.niceguy.badboy.bestfriend. [d's journal]

[damien anthony wyle]

It's been some time since I kept a journal. I haven't had one since I started high school, if I'm somewhat correct. So it's not so bad; it's technically only been three years, opposed to the other six I spent writing and writing (and doodling) and writing in little notebooks I call my 'journal'. Don't think of it as a 'diary'; no. That sounds too feminine. Not that there's anything wrong with being a girl —a GUY being a girl, however, is different.

So, where was I?

Hmm. No where, it seems. Well, the reason I'm starting a diar journal again is because —truthfully?— I've got way too much time on my hands. Good thing is I dout anyone will ever pick this up and read it, so I'm pretty much safe with writing anything and everything I want in her. Which is good. (Also, I doubt anyone could actually read anything with my oh-so-scrawly handwriting.) Which, again, is also good.

Denise is on another sabbatical. She's coming back next year, and, until then, I have to find a friend to stay with. Either that or stay in Deni's and my apartment without opening the locks on the doors. Ever. (She's already making me call her every night just to check if I'm still alive. Wonderful.) Lila offered, but I declined. She's got too much on her hands already, what with her father and younger brother. I'm surprised she can keep up with school work.

Well, I'm going off to meet an old friend soon, so until then, ciao.

Damien Wyle

( OOC;; Can anyone see the font I used? I'm using PilGi, and for some reason it won't show up on some web browsers. Safari and Firefox works for me, but it shows up as Bradley Hand ITC on Google Chrome. Tell me what you see in the cbox or through PM —if you want to bother... )[/blockquote][/size]

[damien anthony wyle]

You know, sometimes I'm glad my handwriting looks like nothing but a skinny little scrawl. To some people, at least.

Why? Because today, I was out buying a couple of things at the general store, and being the natural fool that I am, I brought my diary journal, along with me. Right, so. While I was paying for the stuff, a two little kids walked up behind and just snatched the book. (Of all things to take, they had to take the journal, didn't they? -.-)

But then of course I discovered that their older brother was a senior in my school, and he's one of those people who had always given me a hard time in elementary. You know, typical jock... one of the few who adored bullying me. It makes me feel like a kid again. Not necessarily in a good way.

On with the occasion. While I was trying to grab the book back, he already had it in his hands and was trying to read it. I managed to get it (I'm not as short and scrawny as I used to be) before he could really read any of the things I wrote here. Not that there's much to read, anyway. The thing was, he had the book for quite some time before I got it back, so either my handwriting is just really, really bad, or he's illiterate. My guess is on the former.

What was his name again? I don't really remember. But I do remember in middle school, when him and two other guys would just torture me every single day with wedgies and kick-me signs and shoe-lacing and... I can't even bare to think about it.

All of that changed after a while though. One of those tough guys moved away, and the other two just found no fun in bullying me anymore. I do pity the other kid they moved on to, though. So I was pretty much bullied through elementary, until the older one moved away, and I came out of my circle and made a few friends. The making of those friends were due to my music. At first, I would never dare to play in front of anyone, but I made my first friend from that —playing, meaning.

Well, I'll have to talk about that some other time, because I have to go right about now.

Damien Wyle

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[damien anthony wyle]

So, yes. How I met my first friend Lila. Here we go...(I'm tearing off the pages from my old journal, by the way.)

(I can't believe how terrible my handwriting, not to mention my grammar, was.) That's basically the right idea of how I met Lila. I met my other childhood friend, Stephie Till, a little after I did Lila. Maybe I'll talk about that some other time too.

I'm meeting Lila at the coffee hut in a bit, so, yes. Ciao.

Damien Wyle

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