Dear Journal:
Well, my friend visited again. I know, I know, I keep talking about him like he's some sort of superhero. Well, I might've mentioned this before, but he is one- to me, at least. Whenever he's around, nobody sees him but me; when I try and talk to him, my mom and dad give me these weird looks. When they ask what I'm doing, I say I'm talking to him. They usually just shrug, and drop the subject- which is good for me, I guess...I wouldn't want them to say I couldn't see him anymore. He's really helpful too- he's always around when I'm scared, or if I'm feeling lonely...there was this one time where...oh, wait...I already told you about that- I guess you don't really want to hear that again, huh? His (my friend) name is Benjamin, but he let's me call him Benny! Isn't that great? We're real good friends- he always cheers me up, even if it's something small, like when I scraped my knee last week. You know what else? Kids at school think I'm weird because I talk to Benny a lot- they give me looks, just like my parents do, and then they tease me about it! That's the worst, I hate it when they insult Benny...mostly because they laugh whenever I try to defend him. (Y'know, 'cause no one else can see him) That really bothers me...I wish everyone else could meet Benny...647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWTZWY6bqZc
...maybe if they met him, I'd have more friends...
Anyway! Goodnight Journal, talk to you tomorrow!
~Alex
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