(september 3rd, 2003)

Why hello, Diary.
My mom told me that writing in you would help with my anxiety. So, here I am.

Hi, I'm Hypno, and I am currently really anxious. Why? Well I'm glad you asked, dear Diary. I'm anxious because it's the FIRST FREAKING DAY OF HIGHSCHOOL WHAT THE FFFGGG-

I'm scared.

I'm in homeroom right now, and I really don't know what to do. My dad had insisted that 'there's no such thing as on time, you're either early or you're late' then proceeded to shove me out the door fifteen minutes before I even needed to go anywhere. So, long story short, I'm really early.

There are a few other kids, but they're all being silent and reserved. I recognize a total of two: Keralis and Xisuma, both of whom I went to middle school with. But X has his nose in a book and Keralis looks like he's trying too-

I think he's trying to construct a building out of.. loose-leaf? I don't even know.

You know, while we're here, Diary, I guess we could get to know eachother. You're a book, and you can't talk so I'm gonna go first.

I'm Hypno Tized, I'm fourteen, and my pronouns are he/they. I like sketching, videogames, avoiding social interaction, I kinda like science, and being sarcastic so people can never tell if I'm actually serious.

Seeing as you're a book, and cannot see, I'll just describe what I look like to you…

Hey, that's an interesting concept. What if books were actually sentient, but the only information they could process was what was written, or drawn inside of them? Like, the Harry Potter books would all believe they're witches and wizards going to Hogwarts. Are you sentient, Diary?

Didn't think so. You're a book. Jeez.

Anyway, back to what I look like. I've got these chocolate brown eyes that are genuinely so rich it surprises me. I also have this gross head of greasy-looking brunet hair, but I just wear a bandana so no one has to see it. My wardrobe legitimately just consists of hoodies. I'm not kidding. Well also-

..My teacher just walked in. Holy crap he looks like he could kill someone by looking at them, Jesus--

No, Diary I'm not being overdramatic. He's like, over six feet, looks like a mad scientist, and has a resting bitch face. He just said his name is Mr. Berns. More like mister burns you into the ground holy--

Okay, maybe I'm being a bit overdramatic. But on the upside, I'm a lot less anxious now! Actually, I'm going to reword that. I'm less anxious about the start of school. I'm too busy fearing for my life.

Yeah, I'm definitely being overdramatic.

But he's talking about 'getting to know everyone', now. I should probably pay attention.

It was nice meeting you, Diary!