(These entries are taken from a paper journal I keep in my school book-bag).

There are ten minutes left to math class. I have work to do, but I don't want to do it. I'd rather write. I like writing. It's fun.

But something has been bothering me more than usual lately.

I just realized this is like one of those cheesy diary entries. Haha. Maybe it is. You know, I'm not afraid if anyone sees this. It's better if they do. I should probably talk to someone about what's going on. But I don't know how. I guess that's why I started writing it down. 

But, I don't know... I just feel so confused and unjust with everything. I'm gonna see her in like seven minutes. So, there is no use trying to forget abut it now. Maybe I should write a [fictional] story about it. I wonder if that would make me feel any better. Probably not. 

I know I'm avoiding what "it" is, but I have been for the last 4  1/2 months. I guess that just shows how uncomfortable and in denial I have been. 

First things first, I haven't told anyone the full story. Some people know snipets, but not all. You will probably be the first to know. 

But I have to go now. Bye.

(Afternote/Author's Note: I'm sorry this is such a bad first entry. Whoops.)