Entry 1 – 10/16/15
14:42 – Home, in the living room.
Hi. I feel like this is such a cliché. The angry hormonal teenage girl who secretly writes in her journal every night before going to sleep. Well, that’s different from what others think of me. For once.
Alright, so I guess I’ll introduce myself. I’m 15. Yay. I’m not going to say my name though; or anything else. Call me InvisibleGirl. That’s what I am anyway. Or what others make me. Where do I live ? Somewhere very far away from you. Like very, very far away. The last country you can think of. What do I like ? I don’t even know. Skip that. I play the piano, I climb. Yoga is probably the only thing keeping me from exploding, I’m not good at it though. I like to draw, but nobody really knows that, not even my best friend (let’s call her C). She keeps making a point about us choosing music and not arts at school. “We’re not artists”, or whatever she would say. Anyways, my other friend S is really good at manga drawings and she thinks she’s the only one who can draw and I want it to stay that way. What’s wrong with feeling a little special? I mean, I would like that. Not saying I’m good at drawing btw, I’m not. Maybe I should show you guys a picture once. I am what people call a…what do you call that in english again? A “know-it-all” or a “straight-A student” but not in the good way. People think I don’t have a life. I just go to school, come back home and….surprise surprise…work again. I am the shy, private, small, not particularly pretty girl who…works. So, that’s me.
Seriously, do you ever feel like you don’t belong anywhere. I mean, I have friends, I do.
There’s M and C, my two best friends in the world. We’ve known each other since we were 3. But now, it’s just becoming complicated. I mean, C, she’s just like me. We’re basically twins. We think the same. She’s just more confident and strong and prettier than me. She’s really intelligent too, she wants to be one of those geeky computer people (a pretty one) and complains at school because we don’t have computer programming classes at our school. And tall, she’s really tall. Well, I’m really small so that’s probably on my account. She’s everything but cute, if anything she’s hot. At summer camp, last summer, about 8 guys were constantly running after her. One even tried to kiss her but she didn’t let him. Yeah, she’s really says what she thinks.
M is different. She’s the popular one. Like, she knows everyone. The whole town. She goes to parties I don’t even get invited to. She’s beautiful and tall and intelligent. She’s a great photographer and dancer and she left our school one year ago. That’s probably when I started struggling with my life. I mean, people don’t even believe that M and I are best friends. Yep, that’s sad.
Then there’s the others. My other friends, the squad, if you prefer.
There’s Alex, the crazy gay one. She reads and draws. Mangas mostly.
Anna, the swedish gluten-free hipster.
Daria, the skinny intelligent and very sporty Russian.
And Maggie, who is currently stuck in another country, learning a new language.
Alright got to go. Hope you like this. Although I don’t really know why you would.