#highschool

May 23, 2025 (TWO DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY TWO!!!) Quaker Day. Franklin High’s wild, loud, chaotic, perfect version of a celebration—and Emmett is here. He didn’t skip. He could’ve. I really thought he would. But he’s here, in the third row under the seniors' flag, in a white shirt, with that haircu...

(If anyone read my last public entry here called "Prom Thoughts"? It originally ended with: "Emmett, I didn’t fall in love with you because I wanted to. I didn’t need you. I think it’s because you made all the loud sounds in my head quiet. You made me feel seen. I was used to barely…

I'm sorry that this story is as long as it is but, to those of you who are willing to read this and give me advice, thank you. The story begins on my first day of ninth grade, there was a really cute boy in my science class who for the sake of the story…

😕 For some reason, I keep thinking about someone I dated for a few months, (could be known as a high school sweetheart, however we were long distance and I would see them every weekend thanks to my mom who had a car. We were allowed to sleep in the same bed. Why? I don't…

Just flipped open the cover and decided, "hey, this entry to the entire journal should be worth putting on here!". So, this will be chronologically out of order. I will try my best to avoid this as much as possible, but it will happen from time to time. Here we go! No commentary on this…

I felt like this journal entry will be relevant for the overarching narrative that is my life, because of a quite influential person that came into my life at this time. I mention a few here, which instead of listing who the people are in advance, I will instead describe my relationship with them...

I was 14 years old when I wrote this entry and it seems like I had been visiting my mother for, what seems to be Spring Break. I will give some context to whom I am referencing before I share this old journal entry. I will also use [brackets] in between paragraphs for commentary. Not…