Contrary to the title, this is my first time properly writing a diary, believe it or not, most of the books my parents bought me are just notebooks for homework or doodling (doodle page?), anyways, today was pretty alright, I went around exploring campus to keep myself from getting bored while waiting for class to start.
Yesterday I made a little clay figurine of Nash, I like it so much I've been admiring my work for some time, just randomly placing it near my desk or just staring at it because I'm proud of my work. Proud.
I've been focusing on university work a lot, so my grades are improving and I like that, I like when my family tells me I'm doing great. I've always had a liking for being complimented.
I still feel like my family is in the wrong with all of this shit, and that I'm in the right. Fuck you. Fuck you for wrongfully accussing my friends. Especially with someone I cared a lot about.
You know who you are, I'm always missing you.
~ Signed with love, B
