Dear Diary,
This may be my last entry, but I want to take a moment to reflect on everything we've been through. You've faced countless challenges and accomplished so much this year. I hope you continue to strive for better and pursue what you love. May you one day find success and see your dreams come true.
You've drawn beautiful pictures, written heartfelt stories, and shared valuable advice on mental health. I'm proud of what you've achieved. You've met great people and lost some too. Despite the ups and downs, you've expressed yourself in ways that make sense. Writing has been a way for you to connect with others and share your experiences. I’m not doing this for money; it’s coming from the heart.
This year was particularly hard. I fell into a deep depression, experienced my first love, and my first heartbreak. I made mistakes, and even though I've been forgiven, I still feel guilty. I broke up with my girlfriend because I couldn't live with the shame. I know love will come again, but not right now. I’m too young to live the life others expect of me.
I've seen betrayal and hate, both from myself and others. People are supposed to be full of love and care, but it feels like the world is getting worse each day. We judge each other based on race, and even within races, there is conflict. Black history taught us about freedom, but it feels like the world is forgetting those lessons.
The prices of everything keep rising, new viruses emerge each year, and education isn't what it used to be. Remember 2020 and COVID-19? Schools went online, and it was exhausting. We used to go outside freely, but then we were confined to our homes. Waking up to join a virtual class was tiring, and many kids struggled to keep up. In 2021, we had to wake up even earlier to catch the bus, disrupting our schedules. It was a difficult adjustment, and it's hard to understand why things changed so drastically.
That’s all I have to say for now. I hope anyone reading this can relate and find some comfort in my words. This journey has been tough, but writing has been a way to make sense of it all.
Love, FOXZ/PASSWORDISMYKEY
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