I can't believe I have to spend another day in that hellhole they call a school. It's like a never-ending nightmare, surrounded by a bunch of girls who think they're all that. Ugh, I can't stand them. They're always gossiping, always trying to one-up each other. It's exhausting. But not me, nope. I'm just here to get through the day and get the hell out.
Today was no different. The girls were all chattering away about who knows what, and I just sat there, tuning them out. I don't have time for their petty drama. I've got better things to do, like focus on my studies and not give a damn about what anyone else thinks.
But sometimes, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to fit in with them. To be one of the popular girls, to be invited to all the parties and be the center of attention. But then I snap out of it and realize that's not who I am. I'm Abby Hatcher, and I don't need anyone's approval to be happy.
I guess that's why I find solace in my own little world. I come home, put on my favorite music, and just escape. It's my way of coping with the chaos of the day. And you know what? It works. I feel free, like I can be myself without any judgment.
So here I am, writing in my diary, pouring out my thoughts and feelings. It's like therapy for me, a way to let it all out. And you know what? It feels good. It feels liberating to just be me, to not have to pretend to be someone I'm not.
I may be the only normal girl in my class, but you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm Abby Hatcher, and I'm proud of who I am. And that's all that matters.