Entropy Squared
Free Dominion
November 16, 2004
<center>Dear Diary... </center>
I never thought I would keep a diary like my friends do at school, but I am angry and I feel I must express myself. Dear Diary, my name is Canadiana, I am fourteen years old and very worldly.
Ya know, Dear Diary, that’s what bugs me the most, I know so much and my father, Americana, knows so little. It’s so aggravating to have to put up with him. Every time we get into an argument about something he always throws his weight and experience around and makes me feel dumb. The girls at school say that their fathers are as hard to put up with as mine is, it must be a big problem we school girls are confronting.
Dad runs a big company and he thinks he is king shit because he does so. He really likes to brag about how happy his employees are and how they are living better than any other company’s employees in the world. That may be a fact, but it still bugs me that there are other employees in the world who don’t have it as good as my dad’s have it.
I think the thing that bugs me the most about my dad is that he thinks it’s important that he protects me and Mom. So what? Big deal! If someone tries to break into our house and hurt Mom and me it’s my dad’s job to take care of him. Why does he think that doing his duty gives him some kind of special status. It makes me want to puke.
Hey, Dear Diary, I’ve had enough of dad, I can make it on my own. I don’t need him to feed me or defend me, I’m a big girl now. I’m going to run away with my friends who say I can have more fun selling myself on the international street. I’ll get to travel, meet interesting people, and make a lot of money.
I don’t need Dad, I can make it on my own.



You can grow up without america, but for some reason namely job security, money and happiness....I do not think you will get far. And as one suggested- you may end up selling yourself on the corner.


