Journal 1

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January 1, 1998

Dear Friend
I wrote u becuase u are the only one who listens.

Pretty much today a I woke up as usual and my dad Dave drove me to the hospital just like everyday. Before he goes to work. I was waiting for my name to be call. Then Doctor Delaratons call my name.  Than we sat down and had the longest talk in my life, but she finally had a solution to my problem. She diagnose me with PTSD know as Post Traumatict Stress Disorder,Panick Attacks and Anxiety Attacks. So my life is a living hell. Yeah what can I say?

See u tomorrow My Dear Friend
With love dmirelys

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