Writing this journal has made me realise how boring my life really is. I don't really ever do anything because I'm far too scared to do anything. Like if I go to the park what if I hurt myself or someone hurts me and there's no one there to help me and so I just end up staying there alone. Or what if people thought I looked weird and laughed at me. And I can't go to the beach or a pool or lake or anything because I can't go near water of that amount, even just a bathtub is too much for me. I can't go to the shops because there are so many people and I don't feel comfortable in thise kinds of numbers. Maybe it would be better if I had a friend, but I'm not really good at making friends, I never have been. So I just don't ever do anything to make my life interesting. That's why I was sent to therapy, because I can't do things that most people can. I've never been able to. People worry about me because of that, which is why I started seeing Jess.
I'm opening up to this diary journal thing more and more. It's becoming a little easier to write now. I'm not as scared that someone will find it because I know that people won't look for it. The only people that know about it are Jess, my mother and I, and I'm the only one that gets to look inside it, that was the deal.
So that's me done for the day. Umm.. bye???
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It hurts to know that you thought like this. I'm glad I have pushed you to do more, to see more. I love you xxA/N I know that Brooklyn's anxiety probably seems a bit over the top but some people suffer with it that severely
Peace out xx
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