Entry Thirteen: October 12, 2011
I'm a girl. While that may seem obvious, journal, sometimes I have to remind myself. I am just a girl, and I want(I really hope no one finds and reads this one day) happiness and romance and a happily ever after that I know, I know I won't get.
I'm sitting here on my wooden bench, and I think this is all starting to feel real. It scares me. Was I in shock before? Am I different now? Logic tells me I must be. That cold, indifferent logic also tells me that nothing will ever be the same.
I'm motherless. Somehow that hurts more than before, when I dealt with the absence of my father. My mother shoved me out the door and I know that if I ever go back there I'll most likely be met with an angry drunk and a new boyfriend.
I need more than just you to keep me company, journal.
YOU ARE READING
Fall
RomanceThis isn't a typical love story. I didn't meet some boy and fall in love at first sight. In fact, I didn't fall in love with a boy at all. Or a girl. Not even a house plant. My name is Thalia Walker, and I fell in love with the world.
