Dear Diary

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March 3rd 2011

1345 hours

Amarillis by Shinedown

Well, welcome to my life I guess. this is where i am going to write about things that possibly could make you not even want to get to know exactly who I am. So before I start to scare you let me try and tell you all about myself. First, be prepared that throughout this book I most likely will be getting pretty graphic, although I don't know why you would read something about a beaten down 15 year old girl.

But I'm Xandra. Yes a very unusual name, my mum always said I would be unusual and turn heads everytime I walked by. honestly, I don't even know how she could have thought that. my nose is crooked, my eyes are a very pale blue that could be classified as ice. my hair, is just so curly I cut it into a beautiful pixie haircut. blonde and black is my hair color, and it changes weekly. I'm not skinny, nor am I fat. my shirt is a medium and my jeans average around a size 10, all varies on the brand and what not. my breasts haven't filled out and I could barely fill out a 34b. my mum kind of screwed me in that department because on my dads side, everybody has D or bigger. Thanks a lot mum.

I love music, all kinds of music. From the way I look I get laughed at when I'm walking down the street rappin my favourite Eminem songs. Not quite sure how I even came into a love for Eminem, but I adore his music style. Shinedown is my favourite band, because Brent Smith's voice is definately perfect.

Anyway, the reason why I am writing this stupid diary is because apparently I am suicidal according to my therapist. he also seems to think if I tell my story, it could be used to help somebody else also. So of course I agreed. I'll get deeper into detail somewhere down the line, but right now I'm hungry so I think I'm going to make some food.

Peace, Love, Empathy

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