Dear diary,
Holy crap that sounds so gay. Okay yeah I'm not gonna do this whole dear diary bullshit. It sounds like a preteen writing in her diary about her secret crush & how she found the most perfect dress for the school dance and how she got a pimple and its picture day..the horror.
Well No.. This isn't a diary that my little brother is going to read and tease me about it and I will think it's worst thing in the world. Firstly, because I'm an only child. Secondly, The only reason I'm doing this stupid journal is because my therapist Ronald thought it would help since I don't really open up to anyone. My parents sent me to a therapist because they couldn't have the shame of their only daughter check into a mental hospital. They sob and tell Ronald they are worried about me but really they're only worried about how other people are gonna see me and know I turned out this way due to their shitty parenting and personal problems. They'll say "Such a shame what happened to Tim and Nancy's daughter, Poor girl with her mother being an alcoholic and all, let's not forget her father who's rather be at work then home..he's probably banging the secretary...God help her." If stupid Jane Cole wouldn't have found me unconscious on the library floor that morning I could have escaped my narcissistic parents and the nosy gossiping house wife's in the neighborhood. I could have escaped from everything and it would have been so great. It's been three weeks since I've gone to school and tomorrow is my first day back since my "accident". That's what my mom calls it, an accident. She is the queen bee of denial. I seriously don't see how swallowing a whole bottle of sleeping meds is considered an accident.
I think I'm going to make a drastic change tomorrow morning walking into the doors of prison..sorry I meant hell. I know how everyone will pity me and talk about me saying how sad it was almost loosing me, even thought no one gave a shit about me before. They better watch out because tomorrow morning I'm gonna rock their damn world.
Oh yeah, I'm now going to refer you as Dear Dawson, DD for short if I'm ever to lazy to write it all out.
Well okay, Talk to you later Dawson!
