Everyone wants the truth., But the funny thing is that when they hear the real truth they dont want to believe it. THis is how my parents are.
Tell the truth Ivy.
That's not the truth.
We all know the truth, you might as well come out with it.
My one refuge, school. The one place where people dont know me. I can be who ever I want to be. Fellow high schoolers are horrified when I say that I want to go back to school. School has been my refuge for the last 3 years. Until this year. Now I dread going to school. I go to a school that is for druggies and juvie kids. At least thats what the rumors say. I cant be proud when i tell people where i go to school. Now i have to worry about what rumors they have heard. My parents want the truth, but dont believe me when i tell them. So, maybe if i write it down, when they read it in the future , maybe they will realize that i was telling the truth.
The truth is that every day of my sophmore year i will have a mini heart attack everytime i see someone that looks like him.
Bek, you'll know where this was going. To all other readers, I'm sorry but I can't continue this topic. So from now on, this will be kinda like a venting journal. Topics will range from everything personal to the weirdest smallest things that bug me. If you have any responses or want to talk about a chapter, feel free to leave a comment or dm me.
