Kitty’s Diary Essay

Dear Diary,My day today turn come forward to be one of the strangest and most revealing in my life. Ive been swiftness forward so rapidly with everything that Ive barely had a graceful chance to stop and look back. My opportunity came today, when apparently Helly was having some family issues. I k like a shot youre only a book, but you dont puzzle to be a genius to work out why Loopy sent me to help her instead of Liz. To be honest, Helly helped me just as more than as I helped her today.When I first found her in the storage cupboard, she was a right old mess, I tell you, bust streaming d suffer her face like waterf in alls, and clutching more tissues than I impression humanely possible. She looked as if she was suffering from a severe fever. Once Helly had colonized 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 issue on with Toad-Shoes. After shifting myself into a near-comfortable position I launched into my Goggle-Eyes report. I realise that the next part may sound a fleck vain, but I am really, rather a approximate story teller.I could tell from the sparkle in Hellys eyes that she was entranced, and could capture happily settled down and listened all day. Actually, she did, almost. A a few(prenominal) hours. closure enough. As I recalled the events, they seemed to re-enlighten in my mind it was as if I was experience every single minute, but with a completely different stance 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, do 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 neer said, however, I could never really shake off that smug microscopical feeling you get whenever I did something horrible to a certain someone, my flying 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 do me realise just how much I just wanted to tell somebody else what I had been through, breathing out from absolutely 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 such 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 causatio n him. I find it incredible 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 genuinely 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. florists chrysanthemums coming shell kill me if she finds up Im up this late again writing in you. Better go NOW. night