My face glares back at me as I stare at the mirror
How could I got a C- on a quick write
You pathetic piece of shit.
I'm still pretty depressed by my suckish writing skillz.
Almost everyday I get haunted by an evil spirit.
Remember, this is true, and totally not fake.
In my dreams...
I stand in a plain white room that seems to go on forever.
I run and run but there seems to never have an ending.
Suddenly, there is the strangest cracking noise.
I look behind me.
A person I can't really see.
A person was melting.
There face, body, clothes, everything.
Then there's the most horrid and malicious scream ever.
Worse than some little kids scratching a chalk board.
I wake up from my dreams, or nightmares, not sweating, but crying.
It's always just so creepy and scary.
I don't even know why these dreams appear.
Anyways, back to reality.
October 2, 2008.
My day today was pretty good and happy.
I was in a limbo contest and probably could have won.
But we ran out of time.
Oh well, at least some of my friends watched and said I could've won.
That made me feel better.
That one girl also talked to me today.
I was so happy.
But I didn't show it.
End of fifth page of Diary.