January 1st

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January 1st

Dear diary,

I mean I guess that works.

   My mom got this journal to try and help me 'express my feelings.' She's just trying to help. I promised her I would write in it every day, I hate broken promises. So I won't break mine.

My mom complains that I don't get out enough, that 'I just started a new school, I should be out having a good time trying to enjoy high school.'

I don't expect her to understand.

I don't want to enjoy high school, I just want it to be over, I miss online school. Less people.

We had a New Years party. My anxiety was so bad I felt like I needed to scream.

I smiled just for my mom.

She looked sad instead of happy.

Goodnight
                    -River A.

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