Today was another day. Normal, anxious, depressing day. I mean I do have depression and anxiety so it make sense that I have these days. I just don't understand why. My therapist wants me to call this a diary. But I don't want to. It just seems like a 10 year old thing to do. Like, "dear diary, life sucks, oh well. Bye!" Who wants to do that?
Maybe I should call this a diary. Would it help? Probably not. I mean I do have a best friend so do I really need this journal or whatever it is?
Actually yes I do. Because I can't talk to my crush about my crush and my best friend and crush are the same person. I can't tell her.
I love her and I can't tell her. She makes me so happy and I never want to lose that but everytime I see her I want to pull her in and smile right before kissing her. God damn I want to kiss her so bad.
Hopefully Dr. Harris won't make me bring this in. She's great and all but I don't want her to know this. Honestly I don't think therapy works for me.
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Ahh I finally did it! I'm excited anyways, thank you for reading the first chapter! I'm hoping to update as often as I can and I'm sorry this is so short! It was 203 words. But don't worry, I'm going to update more because of how short they are and I'm going to try to make them longer as we go. Thank you! -Ash
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It's Always Been Her
RomanceAlex has a secret. A secret that puts her entire world on the line. She's in love with Elle... her best friend. She's known it since before she came out to her and now she doesn't know what to do. Will she tell Elle? Or will she suffer in her loving...
