My sister was officially diagnosed with depression today. She also has ADD. Yay.
I'm next. I wonder if my therapist will say I'm an insomniac. Or that I'm anorexic. Maybe I have depression too.
Will people treat me different if I have depression, insomnia, or anorexia? They probably will. I don't think I'll actually get bullied though. For some reason people at my school don't bully others for insecurities. They're pretty cool like that.
People might say that I'm looking for attention. On the outside it won't affect me. I'm pretty used to people like that. But somewhere deep inside it will feel like someone stabbed me. I can handle the pain.
I have to take sleeping pills at night. They don't actually help me sleep. Stupid melatonin. I wish it would help me sleep. I would probably do better in school if I slept better. You know, I kinda want to meet someone else who has insomnia. We might connect. It would be the first in a long time. It's hard to connect with people these days.
I wish I could go back to being a little kid. Life was so much easier back then. I didn't have to worry what people thought of me. Never mind. That's a lie. People always judge. Even as little kids. What has the world come to? But when I was a little kid, I wasn't bothered by what people say. It didn't matter. I wish it was still like that. Isn't the world just so amazing?
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254 words. That's 104 words more than my last entry. I'm getting better at this. Granted, this entry is a little all over the place. But so are my thoughts.
Nobody cares about your thoughts.
Stupid demons. Always trying to bring people down. It's a good thing there's people like me around.
No it's not.
I'm just not gonna listen to the demons. Maybe they'll go away. Oh who am I kidding? They'll never leave me alone.
Someone read my last entry. I even got a vote. Maybe there are people who like me out there.
Nope. Nobody likes you.
Shut up demon. You aren't worth my time.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Teen FictionI had a diary on my computer. No body knew about it. Then one day, letters started to appear in my bedroom. Each letter talked about something I had written in my diary. I had never known that someone had been reading my diary as I wrote it. It make...
