Dear diary,
My therapist thought it would be good for me to write in this diary. She also said I should do art therapy.
I did both FYI.
Well I don't know where I should start but here goes nothing.
I'm April. I'm 15 years old. My hair is beach blonde, I have blue eyes.
I'm a "basic white girl".
Except I hate Starbucks, yoga pants aren't that bad, and I rather have my hair curly than straight.
Weird thing have been happening on the news. They have been saying that the world is ending.
See I don't believe that.
Because we lived past 12/12/12 and we are perfectly fine.
My mom is buying lots of extra food and clothes.
But my dad works for NASA so I don't really have to worry about it.
bye:)
Well bye I guess, idk how to end this thing??
YOU ARE READING
Countless hours ahead
PertualanganSpace is beautiful. But you don't think of that when you are trapped inside a ship forever! April just turned 15 a week ago, but she didn't know that he life would change forever.
