Dear Journal,
I'm popular in school. Wear nice clothes and have nice hair. Make good grades and i'm in the best program in my high school that it can offer . 75% of my college is paided for that's not including a sholarship. My house is nice. I have an amazing and almost close to a dream bedroom. This is all an allusion.
Because none of this makes me happy. I want my family to be happy and it's no where close to that. When did everything get so complicated? I regret not enjoying my tender years more. I had no idea of the skeletons that was in my family closet. I would give anything to close the closet and never see it again.
Funny how the grass is always greener on the other side. Man is that true. Even though we understand that we never realize when a situation comes up like this, of how it applies. I guess that's the definition of human.
Love,
Katherine
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Kurgu OlmayanThis is my real journal. My real pain, my real story,and my real secrets. It's all true and here for each and every one of you to read. I'm just a person living and going through life not knowing where it's heading. So take the journey with me and s...
