I tend to ramble when I'm nervous, but I've never felt more confident than I do right now. At this exact second, I've never felt more brave. More impulsive. More reckless.
I don't really know how to describe what I'm feeling right now...Actually, that's a lie, something you will all soon learn I'm very good at doing.
I can't help but finally take a deep breath as I type these words tear stained with swollen lips; no I'm not heartbroken. At least, not over some boy.
As you will soon learn, I'm not your average teenager. I will not talk about make-up brands, or my best friends. I won't address the guy I like, or any school dances and if there's a political issue or new celeb drama hot of the press, you can count on me to make no mention of it.
Cause this is my diary. And screw me, okay? I want comments, I want the stars. I want to finally have the world hear what I say. But if I want to say the truth, I need to remain completely in the shadows, my words a shout and my voice a whisper.
So here it is; you'll get regular reports on if I cheated today, if I lost faith in myself. In who I'm willing to spill the beans, and tears, to. Before I decide that I've failed once more.
This is my last attempt at trying to right a wrong and this, this, is the only way I might get it right.
Anonymous and scared.
So you tell me, how brave am I really?
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RandomA high school student fighting binge-eating disorder. Nice description right? Short and sweet: Sweet like the sugar I'm addicted to, and short like my lifespan if I keep eating like this.
