Something I apparently wrote in a Word Doc on April 30, 2018 and saved to Google Drive. I remember that I wrote it but have no clue what it says at this point. I was 16 years old (I thought I was younger tbh) and am only reading this again now as I type it into Wattpad. 

This is unedited (other than me separating this thing into paragraphs because it was just a giant paragraph in a doc). 

After Note - I just finished typing it out and I must say, it's fairly rambly and all over the place.

Enjoy My Unnamed Book.

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I suppose you want to know who I am? I'm not sure; really I'm just like every other fourteen-year-old girl [Oh, I was younger. Must've had this saved on my laptop for awhile and then added it to Drive in 2018. Anywhozies, carry on with the story, sorry!] in the world, walking on the Earth as a teeny tiny fragment of the universe while trying to make something of life. 

I mean we're all the same right? All the same, just with different qualities. People talk about polar opposites and how they attract, but really everyone is opposite another. People always have a stereotype about people: girls, boys, teachers, parents, criminals, the so-called disabled, etc. But how much of this it [is] actually true? 

When you become an adult, I'm sure when your kids say the things you said about your parent to you, you won't see if from their perspective. You will see it through a parental scope that will tell you that it's a bad idea. Then they'll complain that they can't possibly live their life or ever have friends and that what else will they do, just sit home all day like you hate? 

They could probably come up with some other crazy stuff that could actually be true. Man they will have a pretty good argument. Depending on yourself, you either choose to let them go, or you keep them inside and frustrate them. [Make them feel like a loser, become more and more socially awkward as time goes on, think too much, and slowly become insane...] Parents believe that teenagers have a sort of phase called Teenitis Syndrome. It's fake all right, but the concept of it is real.

Anyway, this book is probably not going to flow into anything, it's really a lot like a dairy. I'm really mad that I'm writing a stupid diary but it actually helps. When there is no one to talk to, writing things down really helps. Well, really, typing things on the computer since I don't feel like wasting yet another journal with another unfinished story. 

I like to read, and I mean a lot. I don't have as much time as I did in the past years, but if someone gives me a good book I will surely read it. John Green, Rick Riordan, James Patterson, Jeff Kinney, on and on and on! Those are all great authors that have stories to tell, even if they are fictional. Some part in the story is real, or at least relatable to something in their real lives. 

I read because it is an escape from reality. Maybe I am upset and need to just be in someone else's story for a while. I can picture the characters, their actions, their faces, I can see through their eyes. It's like TV in your head as Jennette McCurdy said on iCarly [I haven't changed much it seems; I thought of this as I typed the previous sentence and then boom!, it's right there]. 

Oh my gosh I just read Paper Towns and I'm just like, wow. Just wow. I stopped writing for a couple of days and maybe I will catch you up later. Right now it is 2:19 am, I have school today and have to wake up at 5 am but set my clock for 5:30, and I am dead tired. 

Let me tell you something. Bring your ear close. Yes, close to the book like you can really hear my voice, which, maybe you can. That would be awesome right? Anyway, listen real close. NEVER, EVER PROCRASTINATE. IT SUCKS. Got that? Do not do it. I'm warning you. Anyway, I stumble across this: 

Based on your responses, you are an introvert. Given the choice, you'll devote your social energy to a small group of people you care about most, preferring a glass of wine with a close friend to a party full of strangers. You think before you speak, have a more deliberate approach to risk, and enjoy solitude. You feel energized when focusing deeply on a subject or activity that really interests you. When you're in overly stimulating environments (too loud, too crowded, etc.) you tend to feel overwhelmed. You seek out environments of peace, sanctuary, and beauty; you have an active inner life and are best when you tap into its riches.

[True, true.]

This came from quietrev.com, from my introvert or extrovert quiz results. I totally knew it! Well, until tomorrow my friends. Well, more like later on today. Wink wink.

Well, I ended up not writing later that day, because it is January 9, 2016. I had a pretty good week; I got an A on my Spanish and Math midterms, B on my English one, C on my Bio, and who knows for my Tech one. I had and still have lower back, knee, and ankle pain, but you know who cares right? Anyway, I'd been happy all week... until today. I had to go to Saturday [swim] practice today and it wasn't so bad, until the 200IMs. That really messed up my back. But as I said, who cares right?