Have you ever had those things that you just don't want to talk about with anybody. Not your best friend, your mom, your cousin, just nobody. That's basically me with the most things that I do. For all of those things I used to keep all bottled up, I would write down in my journal. I kept everything in there. Everything about my cutting, trying to end my life, my bullying, my sex life (which is quite active for a 14 year old). Yes, I am 14. I have had sex. I have lived with depression for a little under 3 years now. I have tried to end my life. I have many secrets. And i wouldn't be making this if I could sill write in my journal, but I can't continue to write in it. This is because my parents have read it. Yup. My mom and dad know how their little baby girl has lied to them, betrayed their trust and is guess what?! Not a virgin anymore. But we'll save that for another time. I honestly don't think anybody will ever read this but I've missed writing so terribly. I have not written or gotten anything off my chest in about 3 weeks when all of this shit went down. Once again, a perfect story for another time. If there is somebody here reading this, hi. These are all of the things I am afraid to even admit to myself. Most names, dates, and places have been changed due to the fact that this is the internet and people can find this and if anybody found out this was me I would literally die. I am going to be using this as a kind of journal thing i guess. I don't know what else I can do. I love to write and will hopefully one day pursue a job in literature. Those are most things you need to know about me. More stories of my past will come up in further entries so I guess you'll just have to read to figure out how all of this happened. Or you could be like me and read the chapter titles and see the ones that you would like to read the most. I hope you enjoy my writing and let me know what you think. In no way am I professional at this but i just need a place to be myself without any judgement, Anyways I'll stop boring you. Ok, enjoy my life. It's a crazy one.
xx, anon.
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My Personal Diary
Non-FictionIt is because my horrid parents read my journal that I can not write in it anymore and feel as it is safe and kept a secret. These are all of my secrets of my sex life, boy drama, bitchy girls, cutting, wanting to kill myself, struggling with self s...