``From the coldest depths, the most vibrant can emerge``

Dear Journal,	[23 Mar 2003\|08:08pm]
I do hate the word 'diary.' It sounds so girlish and immature. It reminds me of a time of white dresses, casablancas, and hopeless dreams. It reminds me of a time I would best forget, but as some sort of repentance of my prior life's sins, must endure. It is my curse, when most others' pasts are their treasures. There is nothing there I wish to look back on, there is nothing in the future I hope to see. The day is my entire existence; not even the vision in the flames keep myself from this. I do not wish to think of my past. The sudden remembrance of this all was struck by a very humorous event at school. It seems our beloved Usagi has found herself a certain someone to fancy. That person also happens to be Chiba Mamoru. He is a complete outcast, with the fashion sense of a toddler in the dark. If, perhaps, he was to remove the spikes, the chains, the outrageous amount of black, the fishnets, and the obvious mascara on his eyelashes he may be a respectable choice for playing with. However, he simply enjoys these things, and as much as a I find myself intrigued by the spiked collars. . he is not worth it. Minako was devastated; she did not even believe what Usagi spoke of was true. Our dear Minako. . She's blind to the world around her, living in her world of fashion. She may be my best friend, but I cannot help but admit the fact she is blind to it all. She still believes she runs the group, that she has control over me. I doubt that. I plan to have a little bit of fun with this new discovery. . I honestly do.
Touch the Flame

Dear journal,	[11 Mar 2003\|10:04pm]
Because of the fact my other journal's pages have seemed to fill up quicker than expected, I have bought another one to replace it. Yes, as amazing as it seems, a person such as myself, Hino Rei, has emotions and thoughts unable to be shared with other individuals. Isn't that quite the shock for you? As all things must begin with, I'll explain a bit of my life, making it easier for me when I don't look back on these memories. This is a outlit for emotions which are better off forgotten. I attend Juuban highschool, as as arrogant as it sounds: I am popular. I 'hang around' with the richer students, the more beautiful, and I know where I stand in the world. I don't honestly care what people think of my 'better than you' attitude, because it is not just an attitude, it is truth. I am better than you all. It is simply a fact of life, one you must all come to accept. Anyway, my friends; yes, I do have them. Aino Minako, Tsukino Usagi, Kino Makoto, Ami Mizuno are my best friends; you could call them my sisters. Minako tends to believe she runs our group, while I am not one to let others run me. Minako, as odd as it sounds, is not as superficial as she seems. She can be caring, if you get to know her. Usagi is constantly bubbly and ditzy. She is the complete opposite of me. She doesn't care much for grades, but if you insist on being cheered up, she is the person you go to. She loves everything, and just seems to add a positive aspect to everything in life. Makoto is more of a tomboy, for lack of a better word. She doesn't quite fit into Minako's world of fashion and boys, enjoying a round of basketball to anything else. Ami is intelligent and shy. She is the calming factor of our group. Now that I've introduced my friends, I have purged my mind of any thoughts I had before. Trailing off subject, when one is not determined to stay on it, is the perfect way to hide what one does not wish to release. Til I decide to write again, Hino Rei.
Touch the Flame

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testing one two three five hundred and seventy seven. Hi TEPPY :D RA! <3 Kimberly
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