The Wilde Life

July 6th, 2008

Dear Diary,

I have never told anyone this before, but my teacher said it’s good to put secrets into your diary. When I am older, I want to be an airplane pilot. I know that I will never become one because once my dad told me I would never become anything because I am not very good at anything.

I think that maybe he is right.

My mom never said anything though. I think she thinks the same things as him, but she is just not as brave to say it.

I like my daddy for telling me the truth. I don’t like how loudly he says it, but I guess it is better than nothing. Sometimes the neighbors give me funny looks and once the five-year-old next door asked me why my daddy yelled at me so much. He asked if I hated my daddy.

To tell you the truth, I like my daddy very much. He buys me stuff all the time. When he hits me, it kind of hurts, but I kind of like it. I do not know why. I guess because at least I know he is not ignoring me when he hits me.

I like the feeling of being alive. I like being noticed. Maybe that is what I should tell people when they ask why I yell so much.

Sincerely,
Samuel A. Wilde.