Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I wrote.

High school is over, it's all over. I won't have to see him, and his friends ever again.

I've decided to move. I've saved up a little from my job and I found cash hidden under the floor boards in my room. I don't know how or who put the there, but I'm using them to start my life over.

I hope all goes well.

Wish me luck.

Sincerely, recovering girl.