Who's The Author?

.:. Chapter One .:.

The light awoke me as it crept through my window. Yet again I hade forgotten to close my curtains. I guess I liked being woken up by the sun instead of being awoke by a dumb loud alarm.

It was there like I had left it; open calling my name. There on my small desk laid my journal. A brown leather with the straps loosen and the pages calling my name.

I had started writing in a journal for as long as I can remember. I had nothing else to do when I was little so I wrote. If you were to look through a box in my closet you would find the little notebooks I had when I was about five, and I had started to learn to write.

Nobody I knew wrote in a journal anymore. That was one of the reasons I still do it. Another reason is because I feel like I can talk to it and it won't back sass. It won't judge me on what I tell it. It's a therapist I dream of having.

After just laying in my bed for a good fifteen minutes I forced myself out of bed; even though I could lay in there all day. Sleeping is my drug and my bed is my dealer.

I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to go out today or just stay in, I had a bad habit of doing that. It was a nice day as usual but I just don't know if I have the energy.

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HEY GUYS ! SO IVE STARTED SO MANY DIFFERENT STORIES BUT NEVER REALLY COULD GO ON WITH THEM BECAUSE I WASNT SATISFIED ON THE WAY THEY WOULD END, BUT THIS ONE IM MORE THAN HAPPY WHERE IT WILL GO. SO I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I WILL ENJOY WRITING IT.! I DO HAVE A TWITTER TWO ACTUALLY @AbbyGirlOffic is my main account and @imagine5sostime is my other. THANK YOU FOR READING I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND IF YOU DO PLEAEE VOTE AND COMMENT !