I can explain...
Or I think I can at least. But not out loud. My name's AwesomePotion101 and I just started a diary. See I started a diary because I needed a way to find my voice to be able to communicate to someone that I was still going to be important. 2 of my friends and I were at a protest. I was on a stand screaming for racism to end and suddenly a fist came hard at my mouth. I let out a scream and all the people protesting with me were immediately furious or at least my mom told me a few days later. For a few days I was on that hospital bed crying because I couldn't stand just sitting there not doing anything about the racism happening every day. People were getting killed because of this and I hated it. My mother supported me the whole time. I had to write everything so my mom would understand me. It is horrible. The doctors tried to make me speak again but none succeeded. I finally felt the hurt of the punch in the mouth and now I understood the purpose of it! They were trying to stop me from fixing the worlds problems. From changing the world. What they didn't know? I won't stop at anything.
Dear diary, AwesomePotion101