7/8/20XX

Dear Diary,

My mother has been so much more pressuring on me about men now than ever. She’s hurting from dad’s leave a whole lot, but this is no reason to start changing your entire beliefs on men themselves. I know we both didn’t expect the happening of Dad’s infidelity, but you can’t mention a guy or relationships without her bringing his actions up. 

I get it, don’t trust them just yet. Wait. Don’t give them any ideas. Don’t wear this, don’t wear that…

Ugh! 

Why is she doing this now, when I just made a guy friend?! I don’t understand why she feels like she has some kind of control over my life and what I should or shouldn’t do! I’m old enough to know what’s going on myself!

…This has been going on a lot longer than it should be. Mom can’t let go of dad. I shouldn’t speak like I can’t let go of him too. I miss him a whole lot when he wasn’t being a complete asshole, but at the same time, I don’t think all men are complete assholes. They aren’t. I just can’t stand what she’s telling me…

Alright, enough about that. I’ll piss myself off if I keep writing about it… I just hate the fact that I have to deal with this slandering talk about men. They all aren’t like that, I know it.

I’ve been speaking to Xander a bit more. I’m growing more attached to his thoughts on his progression towards being an archeologist. He wants to start a sort of search towards ancient ruins and search for things hidden in deserts. This island doesn’t have any deserts, but we do have some history around the area. Ruins are almost a common tour place for other people and tourists to venture. It’s said to contain our history. Maybe I might go there with him without mom noticing. I can almost go wherever I want on this island… 

I was always interested in my own history, but I was always told I would be a better doctor than I would be anything else. I do know a lot of procedures, however, I would like to become a bit of a historian. Maybe that would fit me better. I’m not sure…

Training is going pretty well. I’m limber enough to do splits on command and I can kick with enough power to send someone flying backwards. Sadly, though, with the coming of newer, more difficult classes, and less money to use until this benefit with my father comes through in about another few days, my time with my instructor is up. I’ll be retiring tomorrow… I was almost at a high rank. Shame… but I think I know enough to protect myself from any danger. I’ll miss my comrades and my instructor.

I hope things will get better soon because I really don’t want to deal with any more of this stuff involving my dad. I’ve lost all care about him…