These are a few pages from my diary. I thought it might be cool to share some art with personal thoughts combined.
For privacy reasons i don't tell any real names, so i choose these names instead:
____Finch____
I will call anyone this name who is just someone i don't or rarely hangout with.
___Ruby___
She is one of my best friends. I met her in highschool and i literally went on one date with her right at the beginning. We decided to just stay friends.
She's really active and goes on so many adventures with so many other people. I don't feel that close that i could tell anything to her about what i feel mentally though. She's incredibly extravert and every time i hangout with her i get to go on really fun random trips. I once went to a flute camp with her where she goes every year in the middle of nowhere. This year it happened to be international so we stayed at a monastery. As we got there we were first welcomed by a 19 year old guy playing the bagpipe, dressed as an old man with a long beard, while there was a grandma telling everyone to follow him to the chapel. If that isn't a cult than idk what is. She literally does anything for the plot. Also she loves chilli and i think she could join a chilli contest. We once cooked some spicy food together and she put an entire hand of indian chilly into the pan and i was like yoyoyoyo stooopp you're going to fucking burn our mouths, and she fucking did. As we were suffering from the heat she just grabbed another plate of food like chilli didn't exist.
