Dear someone;
Hello again. It's been another terrible day. I got my period in gym and Stacy fucking Harrison laughed and yelled gross. She must be a perfect princess and not matured yet. I wanted to punch her and then run away crying. I had to go to the lost and found, which is not that bad but if you have dealt with stupid teenagers harassing you everyday for the past 3 years, you too would be tired of the constant threats. I'm ready to graduate. Just 1 more year. Just one. I have a good gpa but after this I'm not sure if I wanna continue. I barely want to get up anymore. Days have been long and dreadful. I kind of feel lame writing this down. It does not make much of a difference. I still feel the same exact way. From the moment I open my eyes to the moment I shut them. I feel like I wake up taking a big deep dive into a pool of water that's never ending and I'm struggling to keep swimming up from the bottom to get air. Diana tries to help. She does. And she's the best but she does not get it. She's always been liked. Favored. She's beautiful and kind. Smart and witty. She's whom I aspire to be but could never compete with. I envy her. I know everyone gets sad but she rarely does. I want to be her kind of happy. I want to be loved like her. I want to be free like her. Im really just nagging and nagging this on. I'm sorry this entry was all over the place. PMS WILL GET YOU.
Peace out,
Leia F.
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Dear Someone
Khoa học viễn tưởng17 year old Leia Fisher has been living with her sister since her parents passed away. To deal with the grief, her therapist has advised her to keep a journal to track her thoughts and feelings. Or just to feel like someone is there.. But a there's...
