The Dead Girl's Journal

The Ending.

My head likes to come up with the worst possible explanation if someone won't talk to me or ignores me when I am talking. I think that people hate me when they respond with 'k' or 'whatever,' but that is pretty normal for any woman these days. Most women went down the wrong path at some point that led them to question every little thing a person does. 

I am now in my twenties and have no idea how to navigate life, and I constantly seek the approval of everyone around me. I am afraid to voice how I feel because I worry that if I say I don't like something, I will get into trouble or be left behind in the dust. Although this isn't the case now, I can't help but let the horrible thoughts in. No matter how hard I try and that is why it has come to this. This stupid journal, this life-altering decision, this end. 

But that isn't the point of me sharing my story. The point of me sharing my story with whomever is reading this horribly written book is that maybe they will find comfort knowing that there is someone out there who understands and who has been through some of the same stuff. So allow me to take you back, before this journal was released, before I made such an insane decision that I know will hurt my friends and family, but even worse, hurt my boyfriend. 

I will take you back to where it all started. When I was six years old...