The epilogue claims that the author of the diary died three weeks after finishing the journal, so maybe that's why no one claimed that it was theirs?
I didn't like Alice or whatever her name was. I couldn't even sympathize with her. Shit happened to her and I found myself yawning. I mean, she sounded like a character in a poorly written soap opera, so I couldn't quite take her seriously. I didn't care about absolutely anything that happened to her. She was bleak. She whined too much. Guys were lining up for her everywhere. Bad guys, but still. She fell in love with boys every day. Fucking annoying. I zoned out for most of the story. I don't know.
I also liked the formatting of the diary entries. It made the story go faster. That was the only thing that kept me reading because honestly the story wasn't shocking or sad or new even. Maybe I'm just exposed to these topics that they stop feeling gruesome. I don't like being told stories though, I wanted dialogue. I wanted to connect with at least one character, but I didn't. There was no way I could, and that bothered me. I need to like at least one person.
I don't have more thoughts on this. I'm just basically replying. What can I say? It was a bleak story. It had dark moments. It felt a lot like The Bell Jar. But I guess there are a lot of people like Alice in real life, and it must be hard for them. I can't imagine what drug addictions are like, but they don't sound pretty. It gets to the point where it becomes a disease and what truly terrifies me is that it gets out of your hands and you lose control over yourself and your life. That is scarier than anything. How do you recover from that? Sometimes you don't.
I didn't like Alice or whatever her name was. I couldn't even sympathize with her. Shit happened to her and I found myself yawning. I mean, she sounded like a character in a poorly written soap opera, so I couldn't quite take her seriously. I didn't care about absolutely anything that happened to her. She was bleak. She whined too much. Guys were lining up for her everywhere. Bad guys, but still. She fell in love with boys every day. Fucking annoying. I zoned out for most of the story. I don't know.
I also liked the formatting of the diary entries. It made the story go faster. That was the only thing that kept me reading because honestly the story wasn't shocking or sad or new even. Maybe I'm just exposed to these topics that they stop feeling gruesome. I don't like being told stories though, I wanted dialogue. I wanted to connect with at least one character, but I didn't. There was no way I could, and that bothered me. I need to like at least one person.
I don't have more thoughts on this. I'm just basically replying. What can I say? It was a bleak story. It had dark moments. It felt a lot like The Bell Jar. But I guess there are a lot of people like Alice in real life, and it must be hard for them. I can't imagine what drug addictions are like, but they don't sound pretty. It gets to the point where it becomes a disease and what truly terrifies me is that it gets out of your hands and you lose control over yourself and your life. That is scarier than anything. How do you recover from that? Sometimes you don't.