August 14th 2019

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Dear Diary

My name is Autumn Lester. Wow 'dear diary' sounds so cliche and fifth grade doesn't it, all well it will do for now. Oh and my name...it's best you just ignore it, my parents thought it would be nice to call me something unique, something different I disagree. I personally don't need to live with anymore; what's your favourite season jokes, your not funny, please kindly fuck off. But I get on with it, besides it's the least of my worries.

Oh right...who the hell am I? Well basically I'm a lame fourteen year old that thinks to much and burrows to deep into life ( I'm a huge fail.) That's pretty much all there is to it, you'll learn more about me overtime...I'm going to need some sort of escape from this hell, are you kidding me. But as I was saying there isn't much I have to introduce I'm just well me. And I don't really know what I'm doing with my life.

Once or twice a month there comes a time when I'm not really me anymore, I should probably tell you that now. I can go from being the happiest person to hating everyone and wondering if life is worth living, overnight. It's not very fun and if there's one thing I hate about myself..it's that. It doesn't help when coming to deal with social situations either because all you want to scream is "WHAT IS THE POINT?" It's stressful, it's hard, it's ugh...and I thought I was the only one, until I met this girl , well when I say met I mean I started messaging but you get the point. When you feel like life is slipping and sliding out of your grip, people like to make you realise it's worth holding on, this girl was one of those people.

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