Dear Journal,
Even though the front cover of this stupid book says dairy (I could never spell that word) you are know a Journal, because of that fact that every time I wanted to write dairy, I would have to look at the front cover and that does not seem like my cup of tea.
My Grandma gave you to me as a 16-birthday gift. What 16-year-old girl wants a dairy for their sweet 16, hasn’t she ever heard of a car, no wait, she takes the bus, anyways my mother said “it’s the thought that counts, Addison,” Yeah, some thought my grandmother put into this, she probably got it at the buck or two.
Why couldn’t she just give me money so I could go out and buy those really cute boots I wanted, not some dairy. I mean the front cover has, kittens on it, KITTENS! OMG, I wouldn’t even give this to the 11 year old I baby-sit. Next year I’m telling my mother to tell her that I want money.
-Addison

