The Ramblings Of A Teenage Girl

6-27-16

I think this is stupid to be completely honest. I see no point in writing in this journal at all, but my psychologist seems to think it will help me so here I am. She says I don't even have to show her any of this so maybe I just won't write in it. But even if I do I'm not going to write "Dear Diary" like a little girl who can still pull of chubby cheeks and pigtails. She says I should use this to write down, not necessarily what happens to me but, just how I feel. Except I'm supposed to use this page to write out what's wrong with me and everything I want to change and who I am but I don't want to, I don't want to change anything and I know what's wrong with me and you're an inanimate object that has no care nor need nor want to know the things that are wrong with me, both clinical and non, nor the reasons why I am the way I am all you really need me to do is put on these pages words so you aren't just a worthless stack of papers held together by a red leathery material, because no one and nothing likes to feel worthless... Oh my name is Maryanne by the way I guess if I do write in you, you'd probably like to know that.