The Life Of Jennifer Malden.

Hey Guys so I decided to delete my 2 other books because I really wasn't interested anymore and had NO ideas so now I'm writing a new book. Obviously. I'm writing this book because everyday I see people struggling from depression so I decided to write a book that'll be In the perspective of the child that's suffering. I just want to let you know this is no way making fun of ANYONE. I'm simply writing this to let you know that everything does get better. Everyone struggles. And I Love you.

Ok so a little information. This book is written in journals. So they will always start off with Journal blah blah day blah blah. And once she's done writing in her book you will see this

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And everything after that if there is are actions or stuff the character is doing. So let's get into the book. Hope you Enjoy✌️😘

Journal 1

8/18/14

Hi.

Where do I start. Well for one my names Jennifer. Jennifer Malden. I just finished 8th grade. I wasn't the prettiest girl in 8th grade. I'm still not. I wear big round glasses and my face is covered in acne. I have short black hair that's always frizzy. I sometimes wish and pray that I looked like the perfect girl. You know the long beautiful blonde hair, the pretty blue eyes and the flat stomach. No. Not me. I'm fat and ugly and never had a boyfriend. And I know I shouldn't be feeling this way about myself but what's the point. People always tell me that if I love myself then others will also love me but... I tried that. I was still an outcast. All through 6th and 7th grade I was bullied about my weight. My acne. My face. It hurts so much. They don't understand it. The things they do and say. I believe them. At first I tried to ignore them. I tried so hard. But it just got worse. So instead of fighting it I joined. I bullied myself. I'd look in the mirror and scream at myself.

"Your so ugly!!!"

"Your Fat!"

"Slut"

"Dumb"

"Stupid"

"Whore"

"Hoe"

"Bitch"

My parents didn't care. They'd just go along. I cried my self to sleep every night. Then for the first time ever last week I began to cut. Once I did it I couldn't stop. It seemed to just stop everything and make me feel better. I had to do it everyday and every night. It was like a drug. Now. School starts tomorrow. My first year of high school. Yippee!

Let the bullying start.

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I set my notebook down, put the lock on it and shoved it in my drawer.

I sit up from the chair I was just sitting in and walk to my kitchen.

"Mom?"

"Dad?"

"Are you guys home?" I scream around the house.

Just another typical night here at the Malden house.

Mom and Dad go out drinking till 4 in the morning and I stay home alone feeding and taking care of myself at 15. This isn't the first time. Ever since I was 10 they did this to me. I'm used to it now. I grab out a pot and start cooking macaroni. Once I'm done eating I go back to my room and get my clothes. Then I head to the bathroom to take a shower.

I finish showering and hop into bed.

So Far so Good.