I wasn't going to comment, but it appears we have quite the same tastes, although I'm envious that you have so many books!

I know this is supposed to be a diary of sorts, but these types of entries aren't allowed either. It's just a list of books you own, not something you were thinking about. Try to mediate what you put on here, because the admins are strict and this chapter doesn't follow the guidelines.

Your editing is far better. One thing a lot of people forget to do is that when someone new speaks, you HAVE to put their dialogue on a new line, otherwise it probably won't make sense and the paragraph with be messy looking. But one thing; you're not supposed to put this on here. If you want someone to read it over for you, then find a beta, but this website doesn't allow fics to be posted so they can be edited.

To be honest, I really like Lindsay's version. Of course, edited is better - but she's not TOO bad. Is she going to continue it, and does she have an account on FictionPress?

I feel bad that you feel so alone. I understand the feeling as when I was in Year 2 (pretty much just after Kindergarten in the US) I could never pluck up the courage to talk to anyone. In fact, I was SCARED. I was always the kid who stood by the wall reading a book or singing along to a tune I hardly knew the words to. You remind me so much of myself, even though you're three years older.

I know those days. I'm having one right now; I was sick yesterday and today, and stayed home from school and I'm just not motivated to do anything even though I have even more to do since I've been gone for 2 days.

I feel bad for you staying away from others. I was exactly the same until I was about seven - turns out all I needed to do was talk to them! In the end of my time at that school, I was friends with everybody. It took me THREE YEARS to learn (and care about) their names.

"It's Called Introversy" was great. I love how you constructed it and as I read it and the interjected italics I felt like I finally gained more of an understanding of people like you and the logic and thinking that goes with your actions. I can't really relate to you in this way, because I am a really sociable person. But I really liked your poem and I think you did a great job. I want to let you know that people do care, but not everyone knows how to approach you. It's easier to become friends with another extrovert than to put in double effort to be friends with an introvert. That's not to say that the introvert isn't a great person, but human nature is to take the easy way out.

My mom is like yours. She's wonderful and sweet and smart and funny, but she gets consumed by this monster of a thing that sends the house into a frenzy. As I read it, I found it so coincidental because I literally just wrote about it on here...

Also, you're not weird. I think about things like emotions displayed on faces in conjunction with inner emotions and when I read your chapter on that, I found it pretty interesting.

Keep writing. You're good.

I've loved every chapter of this so far, this is great!

Do you know how much you remind me of myself family-wise? What you just described was EXACTLY what happened to me, except Mum moved out and Dad didn't go to school.
I live with my dad and see my mum every so often - once in a blue moon. But literally, that whole chapter was my exact emotions when I was eight and my parents got divorced. Once again, a great chapter - or whatever you'd call these...

You're not. Trust me - you're not. It's natural for you to get angry. The last time your sister done it, she wouldn't stop making fun of you. This time you told her to get out and she did. But the fact that your mother does this so often is not quite right. As you said, it's not her fault though. But you must know the feeling - when you get mad once in a day, and the pretty much same thing happens again, you're gonna get pretty ticked. Have you ever talked FULL ON to your mum about this? It might help if you haven't already. And has your mum ever thought about anger management? Did you apologize to Payton and are you and her okay with each other now?

I think it's great that you're taking an interest in this. When you say you think she wouldn't commit suicide, do you mean HOPE, or THINK? Because the more and more she contemplates it, the more of a chance there is of it happening. I definitely don't know Lindsay and she sounds like a strong person to me, so maybe she wouldn't.
I know I'm young, but I'm fairly sure I know how minds work (my mental one at least :P)
Do you know what? I've read this back and it sounds like I'm being rude, and I don't really know what words to use to change it. But what I was trying to say was, do you think it's possible for her to commit suicide? Or is she strong enough to get over it?

I think this is a great topic to start off with. I must admit I'd never have noticed this if you hadn't mentioned it, but I do it a lot and see it a lot - and always have done. One question for you to ponder though - At what age do you START doing this? Because I see babies thinking all the time, but they're laughing or frowning or what-not. But I do it, and I'm twelve. So, what age do you think you began doing this at? And do you think we do this because we are too embarrassed to let others see our emotions? Love is also a hard, embarrassing thing to show/say, whatever age you are, especially when you're telling it to the person you DO love, for the first time at least. I've got to be truthful, I was gonna skip through the first chapter and leave the rest. But you've intrigued me. Well done!

Is it good if people are looking for you though? That means they care.

It sounds like you're talking about your introversy (duh) but also Lindsay and your mother, how you don't want to be this person but you are. Once again, I can relate to this, because I am very introverted but most of my friends and family are extroverts. I had to get over it, no matter how much it hurt, because I know that I'll need other people, whether I like them or not, in the future, like in college. It may be hard, but even if you are afraid you need to tell people what you feel or what you think, like if you're trying to make friends or get work done. If they are jerks about it, just be persisent because then it will reflect well on you but bad on them.