The Diary of Quasarr

Entry #1

9/28/16

Today wasn't so bad. Except for right now, obviously. Oh wait. Right, introductions. I'm Quasarr. Call me Q though. If you recognize me from other sites because of my avatar do not call me by my real name for safety reasons. You can read my profile for more information about me, though. Anyways, onto the whole diary thing.

The day started off as normal. Get up, get dressed, use bathroom, brush teeth, eat food, go to school, go home. Math class honestly makes me want to...never mind. It's just so stressful there. Do this, do that, don't do that, don't do this, the teacher says. She says she's not being strict. She probably can't see it in her yet.

Some parts of the day were fun. Some were not. During lunchtime my friend came out of her drama class crying and wiping away her tears. My whole friend group asked her what was wrong. Now, this one particular friend was innocent. She would never hurt a fly, honestly. She was so nice and innocent, and she would bake brownies all the time. They were good brownies. So again, we ask her what's wrong. To make this short, someone blamed her for slamming a volleyball against the classroom door. Who blamed it on her, you ask? A rude popular kid. I don't have anything against popular people, but if you're a rude popular person, there's a problem.

We all reassured her and made her stop crying with some jokes that (thankfully) made her laugh. It was nice after that. When I got home I ate some bread and went to my room. I should actually be doing homework right now, but whatever. I then questioned everything I did back then. Why I cried there. Why I cried here. Why I did that, and this, and that..and..every wrongdoing I did. I questioned all of it. That's why I'm here.

Kudos to my first diary entry.