Kitty’s Diary Essay

Dear Diary,My day straightaway proved to be one of the strangest and most revealing in my life. Ive been speeding forward so rapidly with everything that Ive barely had a proper chance to stop and look back. My opportunity came today, when obviously Helly was having some family issues. I know youre only a book, only when you dont restrain to be a genius to work out why Loopy sent me to help her kind of of Liz. To be honest, Helly helped me just as much as I helped her today.When I first found her in the storage cupboard, she was a right old mess, I tell you, tears streaming down her typesetters case resembling waterfalls, and clutching more tissues than I thought humanely possible. She looked as if she was suffering from a severe fever. at one time Helly had settled down (well as far as someone in a state like her could settle down) she explained enough for me to understand the conflict she had going on with Toad-Shoes. After shifting myself into a near-comfortable stupefy I launched into my Goggle-Eyes story. I derive that the next disassociate may sound a bit vain, moreover I am really, rather a good story teller.I could tell from the sparkle in Hellys eyes that she was entranced, and could have happily settled down and listened all day. Actually, she did, almost. A few hours. next enough. As I recalled the events, they seemed to re-enlighten in my mind it was as if I was reliving every single minute, but with a completely different attitude to everything. Its an amazing but queer feeling, to lose yourself in your own story. I could imagine it all in my mind. I thought back, observed my every action, and at the same time telling what I did to Helly, making me feel quite like I was commentating on my own life.My emotions all merged together, what I felt then to what I feel now. Reflecting on it, there are so things I wish I never said, however, I could never really vibrate off that smug little feeling you get whenever I did something horrible t o a certain someone, my warm reaction would be embarrassment and a short glance at Helly to make sure she wasnt as disgusted as I was with my childish actions, but, as I regret to admit, then followed by a small Ha ha in my mind. It shocked me (in a good way, dont worry) how much Id changed these past few months.Hellys little dilemma make me realise just how much I just wanted to tell somebody else what I had been through, going from perfectly loathing a disgusting specimen that eyes popped out at my mother dressing, to loving someone who had now lightened up everything and made me happy. True, Gerald (see, Im calling him his proper name now) is blunt, rude, and occasionally makes much(prenominal) bad jokes that its slightly worrying, but I guess as time went by I got used to having him around, so used to it in fact that its a surprise if hes not around our house by at least 4pm.I now realise that he was incredibly patient with what nuisance I was causing him. I find it incredibl e how much I used to hate him, but how I was silly enough not to realise that he was part of my life until it was too late. At the end of my tale (it actually lasted all morning, can you believe it? ), Helly made me realise that I have grown so attached to him, that I can swear on my life I wouldnt mind if he and mum got married. Its the complete opposite to what I had said to Gerald when he first walked in, can- Uh oh. Mums coming shell kill me if she finds up Im up this late again writing in you. Better go NOW. Night