Diary

Hello, internet, and happy Saturday!
Now, I know that the last one was pretty short, but since nothing much happens on Saturday besides me doing homework and fooling around on the computer, I figured that I'd tell you more about me.
So what do you guys want to know? Oh wait, this is the internet. No one cares. I guess that I'll answer your questions if you leave them in the comments.

But for now, I guess I'll just list a bunch of things that I like and pretty much give you my story. Maybe I'll tell you more about people, too.

Or I can just give you some pages of my old diary. Here's one of the longest ones. It's also one of the first. Keep in mind that I call my diary _______. That's its name. So here it is. I'll write it almost word for word, since I include names. That's all I'm changing. Okay, let's start.

Dear ________,
          I don't know who you really are, nor if you really exist, but I will tell you this, I know I can trust you. Because you are inanimate. Grace is watching a YouTube video as I write this, but she's smart. LOOK! there I go again! I need help. Mental HELP. But, believing in this type of thing gives me what most sensible things can't. CREATIVITY AND IMAGINATION BOOST! My mom yelled at me once for believing in this type of things. This is my first entry in a... diary. It truly kills me to write that word. But that's what this is. While we're on the subject, I also have anger issues. I can get mad for plenty of sinsible reasons, like when my aunt called me RETARDED  Being obnoxious must run in the family. LOOK! There I go again! To move onto a happier subject; I'm starting MINECRAFT! Not the free version. The $15 dollar one. But the password+WOM (World of Minecraft) thing is bugging me. And my handwriting. Look at this page. Be honest. Am I wrong? Sorry if this is droning on FOREVER. But... This is really my 1st entry in a diary. Ever. 1st diary, 1st entry, 1st outlet. All my emotions building up in the past 10 years, no break... Try that on for size. I guess here is a good time to stop.

With love (1),

poppll (3)

(1): Grace, emotions, and this shiny red pen (2)
(2): AND BETTER HANDWRITING in the future
(3): What's your name?

 So that was my first ever diary entry. I later set a record for longest diary entry, beating this one. The one you just read was officially bumped down to 2nd place. In the tiny diary, this entry took up 3 pages. The record-setter took up 3.5 pages (about). In that one, I said that I'd be excited to show my children the book in 20 years, but I don't think so. I used a LOT of curses and swearing. In my diary, I also made a game based on a dream. It's a terrible game. That's what I get for listening to the imaginary Santa Claus who gave everyone but me a medal when I did all of the stupid work! I climbed the rope! I freed him! I saved the day! And what do I get? Nothing! Just the last little candy bar that it turns out I'm allergic to! Agh!

I guess that you guys don't care much about my life. However, I say pretty stupid things and you can treat this like a fanfiction written in the first person.

Anyways, remember to leave questions for me, the narrator and the main character. Maybe I could even do something, like 'Ask poppll' or something like that. Or I could let people leave comments on a certain weekday and I'd answer them the next week. Like, on Friday, I'd let people give questions. Then I'd answer a few questions from last week. The next week, I'd do the same thing. Get it? If you like it, leave a comment saying how much you love my ideas and that I'm a beautiful person with a lot to offer. Or whatever you feel like. It's not like I can feel emotion.