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Dear diary, 01.08.1933
Today I learned that I will be moving to a new town. Some place called Sumatra. I don't Know where on cafe that is but my dad says it will be a new start for us. I just don't want to leave my friends. It isn't the first time we have moved. Dad always meets some new lady in our new towns and for a while everything will be fine and dandy but then it turns sour. The relationship unfolds and my father decides that the only remedy there could possibly be is to run away. So up we go un-rooted by the storms of love. One day I hope he finds that he already has a girl that adores him. He doesn't have to run any more.
Dear diary, 03.13.1933
This new town isn't so bad. The people here seem a tad bit strange but really if you dig deep enough, which one of us isn't? I met a boy today his name is Ristretto. He lives out in the country and drives all the way in just to go to school. I don't think I will get to hang out with him much, but it is nice to spend time with him at school. He isn't the normal type of prince charming, you know ... tall dark and handsome. Nope, he is rather short actually, but that's okay, I like him cause he is a little bit odd, maybe that is what I like about this town, It all seems a little bit odd.
Dear diary, 11.22.1933
Ristretto held my hand today, I know it isn't allowed, but it was way off in the far end of the playground. We were behind a big oak tree, and since it is autumn we were picking up leaves and looking at them. I love the fall leaves it is like natures way of painting. It was only for a second but it was amazing to be so close to someone else like that. He says his dad is like him. He feels like people should be able to touch. I hope I get a chance to hold his hand again.
Dear Diary, 12.02.1933
Today Ristretto moved schools, he is going to one closer to the little town where he and his dad live. it is winter break and they decided that would be the easiest time to make the transition. I'm going to miss him a lot. I have a feeling this is going to be the coldest winter this year. My dad hasn't found anyone interesting yet so I guess we will be here for a while still.
Dear Diary, 02.07.1934
I hope you know, that I know, you are reading this. I figured out a long time ago that I wasn't just writing to my self. So how are you? I know you can't answer back, but just read and maybe it will be like we are together. I know that we aren't living in the same time, but in a way we are. You see I don't let anyone read this diary, but I am sure someday, someone will find it, and that's means you, and you are reading it, and so you are part of my story. So hello friend, it is nice to meet you.
Dear Diary, 05.03.1934
I have been talking to someone else, please don't be mad. His name is ol' Green Eye. I told him about you. I told him how you read what I write, and that you have never spoken back, because well you just can't, but that I know you are there, I know that somehow you are a part of my story. He said he understood, it is nice to be understood. Ol' Green Eye is older than me but he is nice, I can tell he is safe to talk to. He just sits out side the cafe all day, so I see him there when I walk home from school.
Dear Diary, 03.13.1937
Ol' Green Eye disappeared today. He wasn't at the cafe where he usually is I hope he is okay. It is hard not to have someone to talk to. I mean it is nice to be able to talk to you but you never talk back so it is different.
Dear Diary, 07.03.1937
Ol' Green Eye still isn't back. It is getting lonely here in Sumatra, I'm glad I still have you to talk to. My dad still is just as alone as me. I'm not mad that we came here, but it was better where we were before.
Dear Diary, 02.14.1937
I hope you know that I love you. Not in like the boyfriend girlfriend sense but in the way that one might love a puppy dog. I don't see you as a puppy dog, but it is that kind of love. I'm just so happy to have someone reading my story.
Dear Diary, 01.01.1940
It has been a couple years now. Nothing has changed much, except for everything. I don't feel the same, I don't think the same. At least you are still the same. You seem unaffected by time, like you are somewhere else entirely. If only I could be there to. I used to like to watch the seasons change, but now it just reminds me that everything is slipping through my fingers.
Dear Diary, 06.30.1940
I got into college today, that means I finally get to leave Sumatra. It is funny when I was younger I resented my father for taking me away from city to city, but ever since we came here I wanted to leave again, secretly, but some rebellious part of me I think always did. Don't worry you are coming to. Thanks for being here for me.
Dear Diary, 11.22.1943
I met another boy, and another after that, and another after that. You know what? each one hurt me. Sorry I haven't been writing lately, the boys had me distracted, but now I see how you are the only one that doesn't hurt me. I love you.
Dear Diary, 01.05.1944
I think I met the one, I know I said I was done getting hurt by boys but this one listens almost as well as you do.
Dear Diary, 07.07.1947
Getting married today,nervous and excited, just thought you should know.
Dear Diary, 03.27. 1950
I had a child today, what a big day. Oh it was awful, but when I looked into their beautiful eyes nothing could have held me down, I was floating, I was so happy.
Dear Diary, 08.29.1968
The kids are all grown up now. Going off to college today. I couldn't be happier. I know I've stopped writing, but I just don't have the time anymore, our busy lives are...well...so busy. Now that the kids are gone it feels more lonely, I just wanted to feel less alone. It was nice talking to you, it was nice that you are still here, but it just doesn't work.
Dear Diary, 01.08.1992
My husband died today, I should feel sad but I don't, I just feel alone. I needed a place to put this thought, even though I gave up on you I just needed it out of my head. Thank you...thank you for still reading my story.
Dear Diary, 05.13.1997
I feel like I'm fading away now, I'm sorry I didn't write you much, life seems to get in the way. Now more than ever I wish I could be with you in that timeless place. Every time we meet I seem to be older and yet you are in the same moment. What a cruel game, life seems so magnificent but then when the sands in the hourglass start to dwindle you see how dull it is at the end.
Dear Diary, 07.23.1997
Not feeling any better, worse in fact. The kids never come by, I'm so lonely and the world just seems to be turning grey. I should have written you more, I should have told more of my story so that I didn't seem so pathetic. Forgive me but I didn't, and now I am left with such a small amount of words to recount my days. Worse still, in this time when my desire to write you and have you read my story, and have you be a part of it, I simply don't have the strength.
Dear Diary, 09.17.1998
It is getting even harder for me to write to you, but you are the only one who ever listens to an old lady like me. I love you. Still here after all the neglect I have fed you. My hands are shaky and weak, it is too hard to write anymore, but I have always loved you, you were always there for me. Always a part of my story. This may be the last time my strength allows me to be with you, but know that you are with me in my heart, my invisible reader, always a part of this story.
Dear Diary, 03.20.1999
Time is running out, I can barely hold this pen, but just in case, I felt you at least deserved the words, good bye.
Dear Diary, 07.03.1999
This is it, no one is here but you. I love y...
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