Dear Diary:
Taylor Swift's mother bumped into me Wed.
Also, the real thing has real squinty eyes. I wonder what her vision is like? Or if she needs glasses...kids with bad vision usually squint to see better.

Today, Mr. Kelly was being his usual self: if he doesn't get his way, he'll storm around in a fit till he uses his rights as a teacher and proclaims 'We're doing this, and that is final.' ...I don't see why he has to get so angry when he knows he has the power. Silly Phili. Hah, that rhymes.

Now, something in code: let disconnected yellow ribbons be tied together with understanding. Perhaps then some light will shine on both sides of the Earth at the same time. Maybe then we can see the end of the tides and find the island that we're hoping for. More waters do lay ahead, yes; but that brief rest on solid land will be revitalizing, and we can all bask in the sun and feel dry.

Okay, enough of that.

Diary, I'm scared. Everything is unsettling. My head hurts from containing the fear. Though there is happiness, there is also that consuming fear that has latched on. ...The coming day is going to make me break a promise.
'm sorry, if it does.