Wednesday,June 17
Dear Diary,
Well I'm gonna name you...how about Jane because that's the first J- name that popped into my head. Well Jane, Amanda, my step mom bought you for me because my therapist says that it may help my emotional issues if I channel my anger and sadness through words, stupid bitch, figures the lady we spend 300 a session on would have us spend more money. I guess she was right,I do have a lot of anger and sadness to channel. Well I don't know what she wants me to do here I don't really have much going on in my dark cave of a life. For starters why don't I describe myself to you,Jane.
Well I have long black hair that's usually in a bun or just flowing down beautifully, deathly pale skin - like the moon reflects off of me dude, and grey eyes like what happens to your soul when your life is spiraling out of control but it's just my natural eye colour. I have black glasses that are always rubbing on the bridge of my nose so I look sick. I have freckles that are spilled from my cheek to my nose to my other cheek. As far as my body shape goes I'm like a rectangle, 'no curve no fat, just flat' like the other girls at school say. Not to mention that I AM a girl, if that wasn't clear.
Now this part, I know it might seem cliche but its not just listen, I only wear black. It's not cause I'm a depressed teen, well sorta, but! I wear black because it's a beautiful colour. Like of my hair or my cat, book bag, or the sky that one night my mom told me she hated me before she left to go to Cuba with one of her college friends Tina. That was a glorious night, the tears that my eyes reaped were warm, they weren't there because I was sad. I was joyous! All my 10 little years of life I thought I was bad for hating the woman who's only job was to keep me safe, but turns out the feeling was mutual.
Little does she know that while her and Tina are out in some crack house dad is finally happy with his new life buddy and I love her just as much, Michelle is here for me she listens to me. She even cared enough about me to hire a therapist to listen. Poor her she thinks I need this, she think the tears I cry are for my mom, but no I cry out of fear not of loss. I fear that if I keep waiting, holding on, slipping, for someone else to save me, they won't and I'll just fall in to the dark abyss that calls my name and promises treats and gold but is most definitely lying. But even now I wonder what it's like down there I can subconsciously imagine it a giant hole, I'm holding on patiently,not worried in the slightest. Whispers calling to the the slipping girl, that's it that's me The Slipping Girl. Well enough talking, well writing technically, in third person. Since this is my first day of getting you Jane I'm not gonna write that much in you, that sounded weird okay bye
Sincerely yours truly, The Slipping Girl
11:00 PM update:
Never leave the AC in your room on before you take a shower. Noted.
Once again Sincerely yours truly, The Slipping Girl
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Okay well that was my first chapter and to the non existent people reading my character does have hints of instability and insanity also her name will not be revealed till the end of the story oh and thank you for being here I appreciate it
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The Slipping Girl
Ficção Adolescentethis is a story that popped into my head that's it
