Entry 1: May 20th, 2019

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Dear someone;
Hello. My name is Leia. Yes like Princess Leia. My parents were obsessed with Star Wars. you won't even guess what my sisters name is. It's simple. Diana. Princess Diana. Mom was born in Manchester, Uk. Not sure what the obsession with Princesses name theme was but, my dad did call us princesses up until he passed. And that brings me to why I'm even writing in this notebook. On December 22 of 2015, my parents were driving to my grandparents house like they normally did for the holidays when a drunk driver hit them straight on. The only time i decided to stay with my grandparents for an extra weekend leading up to the holiday that happens. I was 13 and my sister was 21. Writing this down does not even make me feel remotely better like my therapist said it was gonna. Don't know why I continue to listen to her. This is making everything feel 10 times more real. But it's been four years. My parents were never the best parents but I do miss them. I really do. I am now living with my sister, she's done pretty good taking care of me so far. But, I know I been hard on her. Between almost taking my own life a few times, our grandparents dying as well as our parents, she hasn't had this easy at all. I'm thankful for her. Which is why I decided to go to therapy in the first place but my feelings and thoughts are not that easy to get rid of. I'm sad a lot. Being diagnosed with clinical depression, severe anxiety, and OCD and then having to take multiple medications for it sucks ass. But I am trying. For her. I am. So whoever is reading this—which no one will ever but it is kinda nice to think someone will just read this one day and not give out shitty advice because it will have been too late. But anyways. It's currently 4:55am and I don't need to hear my sister bitch in 10 minutes when she gets up for work that I hadn't slept again.

Peace out,
Leia F.

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