My Story: The Diary of Anne
October, 13, 2013
10/13/13
Dear Diary,
I'm going to try to talk to you every day. It's 9:30. I was supposed to be in bed a half hour ago. Too bad, mom. Let me tell you the story of my life, dear diary. I'll start when I was born. I don't remember that much, but I do know my mom and real dad were still married. My mom says they divorced because they couldn't take care of me. I don't know if she's telling the truth, because my mom married my not real dad before my sister was born, which was only 18 months after I was born. Crazy, right? P.S. both of the men were military. And my not real dad already divorced before! When my sister was born, I hear we never got along. I was always hitting her, yelling at her, throwing things at her, and things like that. Not much has changed... Back to 2004, my brother was born. I swear that is the day my life was ruined. Maybe it was the day my real parents divorced... Or maybe the day I was born... Well me and my brother were even worse, according to the stories. Still, nothing has changed. I'll continue this story tomorrow. Sorry, dear diary, but it's 10:00. And I'm tired. I love you.
Dear Diary,
I'm going to try to talk to you every day. It's 9:30. I was supposed to be in bed a half hour ago. Too bad, mom. Let me tell you the story of my life, dear diary. I'll start when I was born. I don't remember that much, but I do know my mom and real dad were still married. My mom says they divorced because they couldn't take care of me. I don't know if she's telling the truth, because my mom married my not real dad before my sister was born, which was only 18 months after I was born. Crazy, right? P.S. both of the men were military. And my not real dad already divorced before! When my sister was born, I hear we never got along. I was always hitting her, yelling at her, throwing things at her, and things like that. Not much has changed... Back to 2004, my brother was born. I swear that is the day my life was ruined. Maybe it was the day my real parents divorced... Or maybe the day I was born... Well me and my brother were even worse, according to the stories. Still, nothing has changed. I'll continue this story tomorrow. Sorry, dear diary, but it's 10:00. And I'm tired. I love you.
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