I need a personal diary entry filled with angst and bitterness. Give up to 3 entries for the same day. It needs to be from the point of view of a 15-year-old girl who is one of a set of triplets. She lives in a small apartment and has to share a room with her two sisters. Her name is Olivia, and her sisters also have names that begin with the letter O. Give her a bit of positive emotion at the end and keep it under 400 words. 
 Well, it’s Thursday. I hate Thursdays. They’re like a weird day stuck in the week. Kind of almost to the weekend but not close enough. School was the worst today. I’m sick of Octavia always trying to trick boys into thinking I’m her. Especially when I kind of LIKE the boy. Ricky is ruined for me now. Thanks, sis. How am I supposed to deal with him now that she decided that kissing him behind the science room would be fun? He spent half the day following me around wanting to know if he did something wrong, calling me her stupid name. I hate my life. I should do my homework now but my sisters are in here being stupid. Well, not Opal. She’s just in her headphones on her bed. Octavia is dancing around like she’s some superstar. She’s so not.

Still Thursday. Octavia tried to pucker up to me at dinner. I think I’m going to cut my hair. The idea makes me sick, but I think Octavia is too vain to do the same thing. Maybe I’ll even dye it some gross color too. Opal is so lucky she’s not part of the identical thing. Yay for being her own egg instead. People don’t pay much attention to her. And she gets to be herself without drama. Stupid Octavia. I’m going to sleep now. Bye Journal.

Still Thursday again. Octavia wouldn’t let me sleep. She just kept talking. I told her I’m cutting my hair and that I hate her. She APOLOGIZED! Not sure if I believed it but she was crying and everything. She said she’s jealous of ME. What? She said because I’m friendly and get the best grades of all of us and people just like me. She promised she would stop tricking people. I don’t believe her really but maybe a little. She was quiet crying. Not the drama crying. Night again journal.
