Dear Journal,

I never thought I would be wasting my time writing in a pointless book like you. The only reason I'm doing this is to get my feelings out. Sure, maybe it is stupid to waste my time writing this but it's my only option right now. I live in Tulsa, Oklahoma with my pops and ma. I have a few friends, well I wouldn't really call them friends. They are more of people I have to hang out with so I don't ruin my rep. My only real friend is Bob (Robert). I've known him for a lifetime and I don't know what I'd do without him. He is really the only person that understands my feelings. Sure, I rarely talk to him about it but he just knows how to lighten the mood whenever I'm down. He's like, physic almost. He always knows how to make things better for me. I have a girl named Marcia. I don't really know how to feel about her at the moment. Of course, I love her so much that I can't even put it into words but she hates me. She always tears me down (he makes a mistake by putting a comma before the yet and scribbles over it) yet, I wasn't the one that asked to date her. Yeah, it might seem weird that a girl would ask out a guy but stuff like that can happen. I feel like she is just using me for her own gain. Just looking at her sometimes hurts. Anyway, in Tulsa, things are split up between Socials and Greasers. Greasers are low life snobs who think they know how to be tough and pretend that their lives are so hard. Unlike the Socials who are decently wealthy, brave, courageous, and normal but 'low-minded.' We get stuff done and we don't complain bout life no matter how hard it gets. Greasers always try to pick fights and talk bout how it's unfair that they are blamed for "everything." Honestly, they should all get a life and grow up. 

-Randy A