“Dear Diary,
Today I scored eighteen points and did really well. Everybody on the team was telling me how I did a good job. Daddy said that if I hadn’t played so good then we wouldn’t have won the game.
But that jerk Chris had twenty points and twenty assists. After the game Daddy was way more happier with Chris than he was with me. I hate Chris. He’s Daddy’s favorite, I can tell. They were hugging because they were so happy. Daddy never hugs me. He always pats me on the shoulder like I’m a little kid or something. I’m not a little kid. I’m a big boy and I want hugs when I play basketball good. After the game I cried in the locker room but I didn’t let anybody see because they always make fun of me when I cry.
I wish Chris would die. Then I could be the starting point guard and Daddy would love me the most out of everybody. It’s so unfair. I’ll never be good enough for Daddy when Chris is hanging around with his stinky diaper butt.
Thanks for listening, diary. You never make fun of me.
-Austin”