I was going through my now-famous "random scraps" drawer and I found this old journal entry from 2005. I would have been fifteen then, and this particular entry chronicles one of the many times I allowed my imagination to run away with me - literally. I was completely in earnest when I wrote it, but it is hysterical to read now. I can only roll my eyes at the thought of how scared I really and truly was at the time.
Just thought you all would enjoy this.

October 3, 2005

Chapter Eight

(IT FINALLY OCCURED TO ME TO POST THIS SECTION OF MY DIARY UP HERE)

Dear Friend,

I am a misfit, the unwanted, the person nobody cares about or understands. For me this diary became my friend, my listening ear, my sanctuary. Have you ever found that there was nobody there for you? Then you know as well as me the power a diary can hold.
I hope that this diary can help give people an insight in what it’s like to be part of the unwanted, so that you can try and understand the hurt and pain I and many like me have suffered.