Dear Diary:

I looked out the window of the highest building. I could see everything and everybody. People bustling down the street, dogs going trough trashcans, and the city just waking up. All of them have freedom and I am going to use up my last bit of freedom tonight at the dance. I got a really bad grade and my Grams is grounding me till I don't know forever. But don't worry I will find a way to get out. Don't get me wrong. I love my Grams and all but I think she is a bit strict, no actually she is a controlling freak.



Now you might think I am a little spoiled brat. No I am not, plus I don't want to think about anything tonight except the dance. Oh yeah baby! I need to show people my moves. What moves you say? I got none. But still that is no reason not to dance.

Since my Grams is taking me to the a psychologist tomorrow I need to have as much fun as possible. You know she thinks there is something wrong with me. I don't think there is anything wrong with me at all, except the occasional talking to the toiletries while I am taking shower and laughing out loud randomly at the dinner table. I mean those are no reason to take me to a psycologist, but I don't mind.



My Grams is a nurse so she knows a lot of people who are involved in the whole medical buisness. She is taking me to one of her psycologist friends which I don't mind very much because there are pretty cushions and a very comfortable couch. There is also the reception room that has bullet proof window for the assistant just in case the patients got out of controll. If you ask me I think that is a little paranoid, because I come here all the time to visit her with my Grams. Every time I come here the patients seem very normal. There are people with so many scars on their face that I would need to touch their face to count it, and there are old, fat people who talk to themselves and yell out randomly. Except these little flaws the people are very nice.



Oh well, I got to change for the dance right now. I am wearing a really cute outfit. Fashion and school are probably the things I am good at, oh and making friends. I am a social butterfly at my school and I have a lot of friends. My Grams sometimes thinks I forced them to be my friend and constantly wonders how I get very good grades when I am so weird. I am not weird, I am just outgoing and not shy. I usually don't get embarassed about the stupidest things, and I talk to random people I don't know at school. I don't really get embarassed that much for example I don't get embarassed if I fall down or talk about things in my life that are very weird. People might get embarassed about those stuff but not me. Well, bye for now.

Yours Truly,

Tatiana