The day is ending slowly. It is 8:58 p.m. This day was good. I woke up at 7:00 am, eat breakfast, worn up and went to school. English teacher gave us the last tests. I got 5. I saw Mark today. He was with Tina on school corridor. But I din't feel anything. He is history. I don't care. Tomorrow my Grandma has got 66 birthday. I'm going to her with my mother and father. My mother is baking a cake :). I don't know what else I can write so...goodnight.
November, 22th 2011.
Dear Diary!
The day is ending slowly. It is 8:58 p.m. This day was good. I woke up at 7:00 am, eat breakfast, worn up and went to school. English teacher gave us the last tests. I got 5. I saw Mark today. He was with Tina on school corridor. But I din't feel anything. He is history. I don't care. Tomorrow my Grandma has got 66 birthday. I'm going to her with my mother and father. My mother is baking a cake :). I don't know what else I can write so...goodnight.
November 22th 2011
If the moon to speak to know
this by odgadł thinks mine
and he blurted out surely
as I strongly I Love You.