August 9th, 2004

I'd have been 7-years-old for 9 days.


     Dear Diary, Today was the best day of my life. guess what, my mom made a tent out of my bed and my best fariend came over and his name is RD and I got to see the Milkyway.
     Love, Emily.


To prove to you how pathetically alone I was as a kid, RD wasn't my friend, he was my 11-years-older-than-me brother's. I used to read a lot, and believe it or not by my spelling at grammar, but I was a really smart little kid, so everyone around me thought I was weird, so growing up, I didn't have many friends. Which is why until my brother graduated High School in 2005, his friends were my friends.