Dear Me {ON HOLD}

Chapter III

Chapter Three

Robyn's POV

I literally couldn't move my legs the next day.

No, I'm serious, I couldn't. The worst thing about it is that I have to start packing today.

I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed and take a shower. The shower was very refreshing and it helped me clear my mind a bit. I walked out and wrapped the towel around me and sat on my bed. I opened my bedside cabinet and pulled out some cream that I smothered all over my body before dropping the towel and changing into some sweatpants and a tank top. I put my hair up into two French plaits, brushed my teeth and walked downstairs.

"Morning Robyn."

"Morning mum." I sat down at the dining table, waiting for breakfast.

"I got Toby to go up into the attic and take down all of the old boxes of yours,"

"Hm? Oh okay." I leant back on my chair and started to stare up at the ceiling when I heard two loud footsteps run across the landing and down the stairs, next thing I knew, Jack had me in a headlock and started messing up my hair.

"How's my crippled lil sister this morning?"

"Ugh. Good morning to you too Jack." He let go of me and sat down at the table.

"What do you want for breakfast this morning Jack?" My mum asked, pulling out a plate from the cupboard.

Uh, rude much?

"Ahem. What about me?"

"What about you sweetie?" I frowned, making a slight pout. "I'm just joking!" I tilted my head away with my arms folded before leaving the table to go upstairs and sort out my boxes.

Childish? Yeah, that's me for you.

I walked back into my room to find it full of boxes. This is going to take a long time.

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After going through many, many boxes, I was finally at the bottom of the last one.

"CD's, more CD's. . . A Justin Beiber CD. . . Damn this stuffs old." After pulling out pretty much everything, my eyes locked on a small notebook that was tucked in the corner at the bottom. I picked it up and a load of memories came flooding into my mind.

I remember this, it's my old diary that I used to keep. I stared at it for a moment until I decided to open it and read it.

"Dear diary..."

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After spending hours reading it, it finally came to an end. I guess I didn't need it after that. After I got help with my depression and how I felt about life and myself, I stopped writing in it because I didn't feel like I needed it.

Well I sure as hell need it now.

I know that its odd for a 20 year old to own and still write in a diary, but it really helps. Writing down your feelings, having your feelings recorded on paper, it shows you how you've gotten better through the years.

I placed it on my bedside drawer and began folding the boxes then threw them on the landing.

Toby can pick them up, I'm too tired.

I flopped down on my bed and felt my eyes begin to close.

NO! I must stay up to binge watch Jacob Saggytitties and cry because he's like 13 and thinks he's such a fuck boy.

As I began to drift off, my phone went off.

I haven't changed my phone ringtone yet. . .

It's sweatshirt.

By Jacob Saggytitties.

I can't even right now.

I'm dying of laughter.