The Concerning Comparison

By Anonymous 

Characters

Abby woodwind, 13, she/her 2020, Dad has cancer

George growd, 14, they/he 2021, cant see bf

Charlie hype, 15, all pronouns, 2022, doesn't know reason for existing 

Diary entries

2020 diary log 59

monday, february 28, 2020

Life is…okay i guess. My dad's treatment is going well, the bus has FINALLY settled down and idk children aren't being as annoying and stuff. The news is freaking out about something called covid 19? They say it came from bats but who knows. Seems like the next flu or something but it doesn't seem like too much of anything. I have a dance performance soon. I'm not super excited but finish strong they say i guess 

Diary #1,003

Sunday, february 28, 2021

Oh joy, the power went out so I'm writing this with freaking CANDLE LIGHT. Apparently my life wasn't hard enough already so nature decided to throw something more at me. Now i'm probably not going to have school for a week because you can't talk to people over a computer if there isn't power. But besides that life is amazing i haven't seen my bf in weeks because ya know covid. Also my teachers have decided that since we don't have a 30 minute commute to school any more they can give us TRIPLE the amount of work. It doesn't work that way. (candle burns out)

Log 1

Friday, february 28, 2022

Hi future people reading this? So my counselor told me journaling would be good for my mental health not sure why but if they say so. They said something on the lines of ¨Charlie, you seem confused about your place in this world so it might help if you stated writing stuff down to help you keep track of your thoughts¨ god i hate talking about my feelings but one of my friends said that a counselor might help with my identity crisis so here i am . consequence of pandemic i guess (mom calls from different part of the house) ¨Hank, dinner is ready¨ god i hate when people call me by my dead name but i guess that's my queue sooo bye?

Text conversations

Wednesday, March 2, 2020

3:12 PM

Abby                 Sis

Is ur bus late? 

It's supposed to arrive at 3:05 right

Yea some kid  got the bus driver mad 

ETA is 3:17

K im going to start walking without u

I need to pick up dad from his appointment.

K i'll see u later

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

4:15 PM

George   Levi

MY POWER CAME BACK ON

Yay!

Do u want to meet up at the park some time? 

Um let me ask my parents bec they still don't like me going out much

K 

I was just asking bec my mom said that she would be okay with us meeting up soonish bec it's been a long time

4:19 PM

They said all clear!

U open wednesday 12ish?

Sounds good see u then

Monday March 2, 2022

1:05

Charlie                 Counselor ed

Sry i'm late

It's okay

How did the journaling go?

Fine 

i guess when i read over it, it basically looked like i was just writing down what usually just came into my head

That seems like a good start

Maybe next time you could recount 1 or 2 things that happened that day?

I'll try that 

Cool

in the meantime let's talk about  what you do with your dog

Okay? One sec i need to go grab my food

1:09

Um so my dog is a very hyper corgi named Cork. We normally go on walks like 2 times a day, once in the morning and once before bed,  i feed him when I get home from school and we play together a fair amount.

Does he offer a pretty good stability schedule wise?

I would say our routine is pretty constant

Awesome

For homework it would be great if you could try to base your schedule a little bit more around your routine with your dog

and don't forget about journaling!

K, See u next time

Bye ed

Bye charlie 

I hope you have a good day

Me too

Self reflection

Name: Abby woodwind Date: 3/9/20 Period: 2

Directions: write about something that hasn't been easy in your life.

Um, so my dad was diagnosed with cancer I dunno two, three years ago. Treatment is working but it takes a toll on the family because he's always so tired and stuff. Me and my sister have more responsibilities now because of it. My sister is 17 and she has her drivers license so she takes him to a lot of appointments and stuff. My mom always has to work. 

Name: george growed Date: 3/9/21   Period: 5

Directions: Write about how one of your relationships formed or a time they developed. 

So I have a boyfriend named Levi. We met a little over a year ago now. We were taking the same route to and from school every day and we started talking. After a little while we started coming over to each other's houses. Then we kissed and were a thing but since then it's gotten harder to see each other because our parents have been strict about social distancing and stuff. They are okay with us meeting up at the park every few weeks but it's still hard.

Name: Charlie hype Date: 3/9/20 Period: 7

Directions: write about something that has changed over the pandemic. 

Well societies upbeat attitude for one thing. Like it turns out that when you force us to stay in our homes for a year it has some side effects. Solitude may be good for some people but not for everyone. For ME it means i get to keep questioning my life! I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Dreams 

I looked up into a canopy of trees. They were huge and for some reason, I don't know why I needed to go into them to find something or someone. And then there were flashes, some I couldn't describe, some I could in some people were congratulating me and in others they were apologizing saying sorry but for what i didn't know. And then I was running, towards something excitement cursing through my veins but then there was a fear glancing back making sure I wasn't followed. what if- 

I was on a boat with Levi in a field of animated grass flowing swiftly in line and then it was ocean then ice and treetops with leaves. And then we were at the park, our parents saying why didn't you tell me or how come you hid it or- and then it stopped and it was just me in nothing almost like space and I could see him in the distance, calling, trying to find me. And then he was gone.

I was standing in a room, giving a lecture, about gas prices in italy. And someone was calling my name but not my name, his name, hank. Why? Then I saw the voice in my head but it wasn't a voice any more. It was a blanket, my blanket from when I was five asking me if I wanted to join boy scouts because of my skateboard. And then there was a book that opened to a scene of me arguing with my English teacher about whether or not the English language was stupid and then it all went black. But a different kind of black the kind that consumes you in a way that couldn't be possible creeping over you like likon on a rock. I sank into it thankfully, hoping I would never have to come out.