The last page of the Diary

I found my school 🏫 diary beneath a stack of old textbooks today.Half the pages contained dramatic complaints about homework, friendship problems, and teachers who supposedly hated me i laughed at the seriousness with which I had described a missing geometry box. Then I found an entry about sitting alone during lunch because my best friend had changed sections. The humour disappeared.I remembered how enormous that loneliness had felt. I wanted to tell that younger version of myself that things would become easier, but I couldn't. I could only close the diary gently, grateful that the girl who wrote it had kept going.