The Diary Of Leonna Woods

Hello, my name is Leonna Woods. Of course, i mean i should already knows this, it's my Diary. However, i still feel the need to introduce myself to the conciousness that exists reading this. To the gods who know what my pen is ejaculatting to the page.But to still feel the urge to have a introductary sentence, is that not just my personality, and or even just nature. To rightfully assume that perhaps one day a poor soul my fall, or come across my personal ideals and values? Well you lack the knowledge to answer this, but that is a yes. To be put simply, i am a nobody. Just a regular Jane walking about this earth trying to convince myself i will be something i shall never be, nor live up too. Yes i could try to imagine having all my dreams come true to the wildest of adventure, but what fun would it be to lie to myself, then just be let down? And so i decided to reconize how regular i am. Black hair, and puke green eyes. If anything i am the most unattractive 15 year old i know. To the point, and reasoning of this Diary, i shall not be bias on myself. I will only spew facts. I am a average student; A's and B's, a boring life. It consists of laiyng on my bed procrastinating, regrettig not doing anything productive, then still attending to none of my several projects in my life. As well as starving myself to fit into clothes i wore as a small child. I am not only starving my stomache but also mentally abusing my body. 'Cat' marks cover my forearms. I won't ever admit to this inperson, but the scars of my enemies are left on me., And my tears covered the burn marks of cigarettes to a trail of self pity and denial. All this and more is why i need a diary. To alow my thoughts of what is occuring around me to be noticeed..even if it is by paper and a pen, hidden under my bed. But in teh case none of these are found, and i truly am writting to no one; let my words echo through your mind in this warning. No one ever lives a life of truth. A throne of lies crumble, as its empire betrays, but the truth only leads to lies. So i leave with this. Lie to others, not to yourself. You should know who you are, not have a mask to place over who you are. And i have hidden behind the costume of a meek young girl only to have gotten no where. Thus i have none to blame but myself. I have no clue who i am, following. Is it called living when your well but not alive? Or must you be both alive and well. Because going through a pattern of forced repettitive patterns is not living. Its not life. But perhaps its not yet hell.