Everyone has a reason they did what they did. Now, they finally get a chance to explain. They finally have an explanation for what went so wrong in their picture perfect worlds. They finally are given the voice to explain just how fucked up their li...
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It's April 6th. April 6th 2017.
That's it. That's how I'm starting this project.
I start it with a simple date.
April 6th.
It's funny how one date means so little when you think about it.
It's just a number. A number that is supposed to signify a certain time. A certain length of time.
24 hours.
April 6th is only 24 hours.
I can't really tell you what that has to do with anything. Because I don't know.
I honestly have no clue. I just don't know how else I'm meant to start off this project. I'm telling you, I just don't get it.
And you'd think I would. Because I'm your typical, earthy-crunchy, hipster, coffee-sipping out of a ceramic mug I painted while I do homework in my local café or diner type of girl.
But that's all there is to me, really. It's one layer. It's one layer and that's all. There's nothing else.
So, I guess the moral of this entry is, hello day 1.
Hello journal.
Ms. Baker says I must keep you so I am.
A little bit about me you ask? Well, how kind of you to inquire about me. If you insist I guess I will have to share, won't I? Well, my name's Sky. Sky Garveil. I'm 17. I'm a senior at Rosendale High. It's funny. I tell you all of this but you already know it. Of course you do. So maybe I should tell you what you don't know about me. Maybe I need to tell you my deepest, darkest, secrets. Isn't that what you keep a journal for after all? But of course, then there's that kindergarden feeling of "what if he reads my diary." Not that there even IS a he, because there's not, and this isn't even a diary.
It's a journal.
We called it that so the boys wouldn't freak out. That's right Ms. Baker, I read between the lines. We aren't as stupid as you think we might be. We're actually kinda smart. Well, some of us are at least.
Ok, I think I'll make a deal with you, journal. I'll fill you in on my life, if you promise not to tell.
And now I'm laughing because of course you can't say anything....well that's what people think when in reality there's so much you COULD say. And the scary part is you can say the exact truth. You don't get the news from my older sister's best friend's younger sister's cousin. No. You get it straight from me which means you'll spare no details when you rat me out to the whole entire world.
So should I trust you? Should I let you in? Should I tell you what I've kept inside? Am I ready to do that?
Well journal, I guess only time will tell.
You'll have to be patient. You'll have to earn my trust. But if you can manage to do that, there's some good shit in store. I promise.
