June Davis, a lonely and angst-ridden high school student, reads her private diary aloud.

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Dear Freaking Lifeless Piece of Paper. I'm writing to you because I don't know if I could say this stuff aloud to anyone. James would be too worried about me. My parents are...eh, my parents. They don't know or care about half the shit [crap, stuff] I do. For all they know, James and I huff spray paint and have unprotected sex under the bleachers every day after school. Ew, I can't believe I just wrote that about James. Rewind, erase. But seriously, my parents are so deluded they think James is my boyfriend and we're going to go to the big homecoming game together, or whatever high school couples do in movies. I guess it's better than them knowing the truth about me: he's honestly my only friend, because I am too pathetic to have friends at school, and anyway everyone at school is so shallow it kills me. GAH! And now I feel like Holden Caulfield. Stupid.