Sunday, August 20th
Um, okay this is awkward...but oh well.
Never mind, Today is August 20th I think. My therapist told my Dad I need a diary to express my feelings. I'm not crazy if that's what you're thinking, my mom recently died...but eh I am okay?
I better eat my soup before it gets cold, then I will fake being sleepy, to go cry instead of writing in this stupid thing.
I mean how can this help me get through the feeling of death in my body? My therapist is just retarded. Wait WHY AM I STILL WRITING IN THIS THING?
YOU ARE READING
Kimmy's Dear Diary
Teen FictionA peep into Kimmy's Diary. A normal teenager? or not so normal? I hope you enjoy this
