Dear Diary,

Do you know who I am? Can you truly say that you know who I am? Of course not. In fact, no one knows me. I don’t even know the true core of my nature. Let me ask you another question. What is wrong with me? Or better yet, what is wrong with the people around me? No one knows who I am. If my peers at school knew who I was they wouldn’t be so quick to judge. My parents and family don’t even know who I am either. I’m an outcast no one loves me. I am here, alone in the shadows. I am exiled from the main population of the world because of the ignorance of the human race and the people around me. It’s as if I am watching every body live while I stay there and watch people’s every move I am the person looking in your window I am just there watching while everything moves I am frozen in a spot forced to watch and only watch never to live.

Dear Diary,

Who am I? In my opinion that is an excellent question. Most people know me as the awkward girl with glasses and knobby knees but really, who am I? If you must know, I am Sara Haley daughter of Terri Lynn and Harold (Unknown father) Haley. I was born on May 20th 1989and was supposedly a daddy’s girl. It’s strange to have a step father who doesn’t love you. You go on every day and you say “oh yeah that’s the father figure who really isn’t a father” How can someone be your father if they don’t love you and don’t even treat you like their daughter? Yes, it’s truly strange to me. It’s as if I don’t have a father really. How can a person be your father if they were only there when you were being conceived? My biological father who isn’t really my father has never loved me he doesn’t even know me. You know every one is so obsessed about sex it’s like they can’t go on with out it! I don’t see what is so fun about it I mean, from experience I know its definitely not fun. My pathetic excuse of a father figure feels a need to “show me the ropes” and make me experience things I’m not supposed to. Speaking of him, today he hit me. The pain I receive from his powerful blows is nothing compared to the pain I get from his affection. It’s emotionally and physically disturbing. However, I can’t tell anyone about this. It would cause too much commotion. I don’t want to disturb the process of the world moving and me just watching it is peaceful and safe. In the book The Chocolate War I have learned NOT to disturb the universe. If I were to inform the word of the heinous crime being committed in my home then that would let the world in and I don’t want to do that. The world doesn’t know me and I want to keep it that way.

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