Monday-Feb 19th-8:00am
I kinda wanna write 'dear diary', but this is a journal. Hmm. I'll think about that.
Right now I'm sitting outside of my homeroom class, my favorite. There are few people passing by, mostly staff members. Mr. Cantriss isn't here yet (he's my homeroom teacher). I've never liked, nor been good at science, but Mr. Cantriss makes it easy for me. He also listens to me when I need something, let's me do assignments for extra credit, and he understands. He's the best teacher I've ever had.
So, today I'm wearing a simple yet cute outfit. I've got a black pair of skinny jeans with a slit at each knee, a black mafia hat with a red brim, red converse, a red SWS tee, and a dark grey zip-up hoodie. For my makeup I winged my eyeliner and put on a dark red lipstick. And I straightened my naturally curly hair. I actually feel kinda confident, I know I look good; I feel good.
The bell is about to ring in, like, 15 minutes. Mr. Cantriss is coming to unlock the door. We just talked for a minute and he let me in the classroom early. The floor was really uncomfortable. I'm sitting in the extra swivel chair spinning around and waiting for the bell.
Hopefully today will be okay...
Wish me luck,
Ann❤️
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It's a Long Story
Kısa HikayeAnna Denney is 15 years old, lives in a small town in Massachusetts, and struggles with anxiety/depression. Her therapist, Debra, suggested writing. Here is her first ever journal. The thoughts of a young girl written on lifeless pieces of paper; po...
