My three journals

 The reason I believe that it is harder to make friends when we are older is that I feel that it is more awkward and not everyone is going to want to be your friend. By the time you're in high school you've come across to many people with all different personalities, and it's natural to not like people or be picky to who you call your friend. The way I make friends are I come up to them and act like they're best friends already, but now if I want to make friends I ask how they are and if they tell me something personal I end up being their best friend.

Why do you think people get jealous?

In all relationships and non-relationships, there will likely be jealousy at some point. I believe it's normal to feel jealous now and then. What's not normal is feeling jealous all the time. There are quite a few reasons as to why some of us get jealous. Overthinking and obsessing about them is already so toxic, but it frequently leads to extreme jealousy. Low self-esteem can also lead to envy, but a narcissistic mind can also lead to jealousy, even though one might be so obsessed with themselves. Patterns and signs of jealousy are not being able to trust your partner, another person's success bothers you, and you judge others negatively.

The most amazing adventure I've probably ever had was when I got lost in the boardwalk in Santa Cruz. I was eleven but boy was there a lot of people, and I wasn't use to that. I was a shy and quiet girl who did not express her feelings at all, so getting lost at that age was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me. I remember being in line for one of the rides but I wasn't excited nor patient. I had to accompany my sister and her boyfriend to make sure nothing happened, but there it was. I turned and saw a cotton candy machine. I've never had cotton candy, and the fluffy, blue, sugary, cloud fascinated me. I ran to that machine and bought cotton candy. As the cotton candy melted in my mouth I felt the Santa Cruz heat on my neck and look up at the sun, and as soon as I look down and around I didn't see my sister nor her boyfriend anymore. I was not scared but confused. I walked for what could have been hours searching for my parents, but there were nowhere to be found. I see the sun starting to set. It was beautiful. I was attracted to it, but I was starting to get worried as well. I was too shy to ask anyone for help, so I walked all around that Santa Cruz boardwalk. I sat down sweaty, tired, scared, and hopeless. That was till I saw the back of a bright red sweater walking farther away each second. I knew right away that it was one of my sisters, so I frantically ran towards her, hoping she wasn't lost as well. I had found my family at last. Panting, and sobbing I fell to my knees and told them I am here. "It was about time," my sister tells me. I've never had to run that much like I did that day.