This is just the sort of teenage "literature" I have only just been able to shake off. Your work has reminded me of everything I do not wish to know or wish to devote time to. Not only is the work idiotic it is also what I like to call 'first world bemoaning'. You are incredibly busy and contempt with focusing on trying to make others feel bad about things you have no knowledge on. Indeed, for a diary entry, this is so self-indulgent and self-aware and just all round meaningless.
I shall take extracts from this piece of writing to show exactly what I am hypothesising.
"Dear Book. Huh... That just sounds dumb. Closer to what a guy would write though, I think. And that's my problem: I think too much. I've been told that girls overthink things. It's probably true, I know I think a lot... I'm babbling. Sorry."
Your indecisiveness makes me want to walk around in a circle throwing darts at porcupines. No point adding these bits of conversational language if the character is talking to him/herself because that would be very worrying mentally speaking.
"It had to stop! So I decided to write this manic journal instead, as a way of venting this out of my system. I hope it works, because at the moment I feel like I am the only one in the world who has ever gone through such a horrible mess and I am hoping that I won't feel this way once I've told you about it. If you're still there. Are you?"
I am not still here darling. In fact I am on a different planet, or I'd rather be after meeting your character.
I remember glancing over to see you have made more entries, including a selection of pick-up lines. I am crossing my heart, hoping they are at least a little better than what I have just read. I can only hope.
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