Everybody has a secret

Hi I'm Renea. I was told to start making a journal because I go to a group. I go to this group because I don't know what to I'm alone... Afraid. I don't understand the concept of life anymore. Only if I understood why I was to skinny or ugly maybe I would know! I make bad choices yes but maybe if people would stop freaking judging me I wouldnt be afraid to be who I am.

I had just woken up from a long night not knowing what was going on. It was probably from the pills that I had taken the night before. I got dressed in my usual. Jeans, tee shirt, and tennis shoes. I was straightening my hair when I heard movement down the hall. I peeked out my door and seen that it was my mom. I tried to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want her to come into my room because if she did I knew she would look at my phone in which she would've looked through my messages. If she would look through my messages I would be dead. Then I thought for a second why don't I just delete my messages so that's exactly what I did. So I finished straightening my hair then I went to go and eat waffles. They were ehh... So so I guess. Then my teeth they were straight and white and I always loved brushing them. Then to the makeup. Makeup the best part of the morning. When I put makeup on it makes me feel pretty even though I'm not. So boom makeup cleaner, face wipes, powdered foundation, eyeliner, and mascara. Then when my mom finally gets out of bed I go to school... School heh yippee! (Not)