Dear Journal,
As I sit here in Dr Shinde's clinic, I'm put off by the condescending stares I'm getting to me in my shorts.
I've been watching M. Ramakrishnan in Never Have I Ever. What a brilliant show. And M reminds me so much of Archana from school. Not only is she just like her but also looks like her.
A cousin?
That reminds me of Archana. She never once called me, messaged me Or wished me on my birthday after school. When she visited Xavier's for Malhar and bumped into me she didn't say hi. I guess she never really wanted to be my friend. Well, I hear Devyani from my last play doesn't want to be my friend because she thinks I'm weird. I guess Archana thought the same.
I'm sure people in general think I'm weird and bitch about me.
Feels good writing all this in a journal.
To weird me. But to hell to that. I think I'm cool.
I'm grateful for my friends.
I'm grateful for Netflix.
I'm grateful for Buro who hasn't come home for three days and will always speak disrespectfully and rudely with me.
I'm grateful for my parents.
I'm grateful for all those who serve and have served in our home. I will treat them more kindly.
I am grateful for people in general.
I'm grateful for all the dogs I've known (never really been a cat person).
Love,
Me.
Ps: Sitting next to me is an autistic girl who won't talk to me. I wish to get involved in some sort of social service.
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