Dear Diary,
I am euphoric today. My father has just bought me a car and i can't express how grateful i am for this valuable gift. I didn't expect he would purchase me a car because he had recently said i should work and buy my own car. Even though i really want to start working so i can become financially self-sufficient, I am beyond thankful for my father's magnanimity. Now I am going to start college, i don't think there is a better gift than a car because i will now be able to transport from home to college every day. If it hadn't been for my father, i would have to use the local bus for at least six months while i could snatch a job and save enough money for a car. It is already 7 hours since my father brought the car to my house but my excitement hasn't waned away in the slightest and tiniest degree.
The beginning of i college year is so imminent and i am really apprehensive about what will happen the first day. "Will i make friends easily? Will my teachers be kind and helpful? Will i meet the boy of my dreams?
I have so many questions nobody can't answer me. I can't believe i will be a college freshman in 11 days. I am sure i will surpass classes' expectations because i am an avid learner and a truly diligent person. My overzealous behavior about learning always astonishes teachers and my peers. So, i am not worried at all about classes. What really worries me is i am not going to make friends because i am really shy. Since i was a little girl, my diffidence hindered me from developing friendships and eventually led my peers to ostracized me. I was a hopelessly miserable girl who boys and girls demeaned and mocked at my appearance. It struck me kids didn't like me just because of my taciturnity. I knew my attempts to establish rapport among my peers and me was futile but i didn't give up trying to make them see my bright side. It didn't matter how much i tried, their bullying was relentless. I finally decided i didn't need them to be happy and wouldn't shed tears for their indifference anymore.
As i grew up i found refuge in books. Then, i developed a penchant for dancing when i was fourteen. My life became less painful and tedious but the emptiness i felt by the lack of friends in my life didn't really go away. After all these years of loneliness and emotional devastation, i finally have learned to communicate with others. I am now a friendly and gregarious person. Although i have just three friends, i don't feel sad or ashamed of the scarcity of friends in my teenage life because it is much more important quality than quantity. I just really hope my college fellow students will find me a likable person. I am just so tired of rejection.