February 25th, 2017

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Hey, my name's Catherine, but everyone calls me Cat. I'm 14 years old and my mom gave me this journal for my birthday, which is today, by the way. I started writing journals when i was 9 years old. I've been through a lot in my life. My father died when i was only 3 years old. I don't know him of course, but growing up without a father is hard. Besides, my mom is an alcoholic. Ever since my father died she started drinking, and now she can't or just won't stop. I have a little brother, called Rikki. He's only 5 years old, but i have to take care of him cause my mom's too weak and most of the time drunk. I used to be one of the popular kids in high school, but since my boyfriend (his name is Jase) broke up with me, because i was "too emo for him", everybody quit talking to me. Yep, that's right; instead of supporting me because i was going through a rough time, he made me feel even worse by breaking up with me. Now i have like 2 or 3 friends left. My bestest friend is Luis, he has been my friend since day 1 and i don't know what i'd do without him.

Anyways, enough of the sad stories. Today at school something weird happened. I saw a cute new guy walking by and i got distracted, so i accidentally dropped my books and Instead of walking past me like everyone else at school does, he actually helped me and all i could do is mumble a bit and say "thanks". He gave me one of the cutest smiles i have ever seen in my life. My stomach felt so weird, it was almost like i was.. in love? When he walked away i started questioning myself; if i would be in love, how could i fall in love this easily? who even is he? what if he only helped me cause he HAD to? i mean, if you walk up to someone who dropped their books, you help them right? and why did he smiled at me as if... ugh. I gotta be honest with you, these aren't the same feelings i felt as when i was with Jase. If this feeling is called love, then i never really loved Jase. Anyways, i have to go sleep now, goodnight.

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