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7/1/13

Am I really that bad?

Today, after an encounter with Jasmine- A girl very much like me in some ways, yet my complete polar opposite, I have come to realize that some people, or most people actually would find my behavior rather cold or.. closed off, as they would say. Am I truly what they say? A girl who can be likened to a locked book with a blank cover? I'd actually prefer to be described as one who was actually just very, very careful. Perhaps that I have been so used to this behavior for so long that the extent of it has been dulled to me. Nonetheless, who are they to judge? The world would be a much nicer place if people stopped pointing fingers and carelessly chucking people into different categories. Just imagine, if I had acted friendlier earlier, that Jasmine girl would have thought of me as another ordinary student. Not that there's anything wrong with being ordinary, that is.

Perhaps I should have been more 'open' as they say. But why? And how? The thought of another person, whom I have just met, knowing every detail of my life is just enough to make me shudder. In this society, it's hard to find who to trust, what with the Shadows running around. Anyone could be an enemy- Absolutely anyone. Call me paranoid, but prevention is better than cure, as my father says. Oh father, I wonder what he's doing right now? It's slightly past dinner time, so I expect he's just sitting back in his chair by the fire, propping his feet up on the edge of a vase, though mother repeatedly chides him about it. Just writing about this scene brings a smile to my lips. It has only been a day since I saw them last, but I do miss them terribly. Perhaps a letter might help. Yes, it would. I'll pen one directly after I finish this entry.

So here I'll sign off,
Ivy.

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9/1/13

Well, today was interesting in the least. At first it was normal- Going through the first few days of lessons, doing homework doing my free periods and downright being a loner, as people claimed I was, I decided to visit the forest with my writing book. I've heard that the best places to write are the places your scene is going to take place in, and let me tell you- It works. The forest is just... Wow. It got darker as I went further in, but that didn't mean it wasn't beautiful. People think the woods are scary, but if you look hard enough, you can find the hidden beauty.

But that isn't my main point. I actually found this house deep inside the woods- Probably neglected for years! That still isn't my main point. My main point is the boy I found inside. I first saw him when he crashed rolled into my legs, covered in a bunch of spiderwebs he somehow managed to get entangled in. Idiot. And guess what he did? HE USED MY FREAKING PEN KNIFE TO CUT AWAY THE WEBS. Now my penknife has been touched. With webs. The horror. Really, I'm not joking. Couldn't he have used his hands or something? Heh, that's not even the awkward part. Well I somehow managed to pull a stupid movie girl cliched and fall onto his lap. Isn't that just /great/?

To be honest, if we had met under different circumstances, I would have lost my tongue and stood there like an idiot. Because as idiotic as that boy is, he is kinda cute. For a boy. Downright adorable. But no, every time I think of him, I can only think of how he was thrashing around like an idiot on the floor. And me. On his lap. And my penknife. There must be something wrong with me tonight, because I feel funny. And I don't normally obsess over guys. You would know that, wouldn't you? You're my diary. So before I become more awkward than I actually am, I shall stop here.

So here I'll sign off,
Ivy.

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16/1/13

The heart often desires what it cannot have,
The brain always strives for what it cannot attain.
The sun and the moon can never meet,
Two who are meant to be, yet not.

For every white there is a black,
To every tunnel there is an end,
Before a healing must come betrayal,
To love, one must have lost.

In the darkness a star is there,
To shine a light on your path,
Though in daylight you cannot see,
The faithful glow of your wishing star.

Dear Diary,
We had a Midnight Ball today, and I danced with Demetri.

Ivy.

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