Dear Journal,
Things started getting horrible a few weeks ago. I was going to ask them to go to the mall after school, but they said they preferred to stay at home.
Why?
They think I'm a child. Why did they do that? What does it even mean?! Does anyone know that I'm a big person now?! They still think I'm just a child, but you can't take care of yourself. But they didn't listen.
Here's some advice: When you don't have company, you don't have to be shy about anything, even if you're a grown-up.
YOU ARE READING
The Worst Life of My Life (Kelly Lagoona's story In School)
De TodoThis is the journal to all the author of the world. I have a question do you ever wonder when you're lonely or when you not be a honor student or everyone kept trying to injored. We'll I'm going to tell you an advice that will never happen again and...
