"I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy,
I'm tired of driving until I see stars in my eyes, it's
All I've got to keep myself sane baby, so I just ride." -"Ride" Lana Del Rey.
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"Eleanor has made four trips to the guidance consoler, just this month. She's had five anxiety attacks in class, one of her friends had to escort her."
Right now, we were in the middle of a meeting with the principal, my mom, and me.
"Anxiety attacks? She's never had those before? Asthma, sure. But anxiety?" my mom questioned, glancing at me briefly.
I stayed quietly in my seat. Playing with the zipper on my hoodie.
"Is there anything stressful going in her life?" he asked.
"Is my life your business?" I snapped.
"Eleanor!" mom hissed.
"Sorry mom, but I really don't appreciate him butting into my personal life." I glared at the wall with my arms folded over my chest.
"It's only for your well being." he objects.
I scoff. "Well being my ass, you just want your fucking money that you make when my happy ass is planted in that damn desk, listening to pathetic teachers ramble on and on about useless shit I'll never use in my life!" I yelled. Now on my feet, lunging for the man.
It took one of security guards, the vice principal, and my mom to pull me off of him.
As soon as we got outside, I got an earful.
"What was that?! You think you can just scream at someone like that?!" she yells, outraged.
"Like I'm the bad guy here! He was mad because I ditched school because I was sick! Is that right?"
"You didn't ditch. I let you stay home, because you had a fever. I was trying to explain that, but you ruined that." she said.
"Whatever," I slammed the car door and drove off in my car, while she followed behind in hers.
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The Eleanor Diaries
Ficțiune adolescențiA girl named Eleanor Sinclair is diagnosed with depression, social anxiety, purging, and goes through self-harm and panic attacks. She's trying to live out her teenage life as normal as she can.
