My Favorite Crime
All I can say is, I did everything to be enough for him.
It’s November 17th.
Last night was great, especially when we went to the beach. It started off good, I knew at this time of week my dad would be at work in the suburbs, he would return on Friday’s. I notice a book on my nightstand as I go through the pages, I notice Alex took a picture of me while I was swimming.
I couldn't help but smile.
I guess it's time for bed.
Alex gave me this journal yesterday; I’ll write on it starting from now on. It’s a book, dear to me. Later, I’ll write my first ever entry.
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