|January 6th, 2019
|5:04pm-5:11pm
"I honestly don't know why I decided to pick up this journal again. I don't have much reason to. I mean, a lot has happened but if I see you again I can just tell you during an appointment. I don't know. Today, my mom told me a couple things. They were cool, strange though. Most people would probably think that she is crazy. Anyway, I'm okay I think. I don't really know. My mom won't let me hang out with boys anymore because she says it's disrespectful to my boyfriend. So, she will only ever let him come over. Not like I have any other friends anyway. I'm kind of excited for this year. I hope everything goes well. I finally get to take my two math classes so, I am very happy about that. I'm only really excited for the algebra 2, the honors geometry can go away. I missed math a lot whoops. I feel kind of lonely to be honest. It's okay though. Put, there is so much I need to tell you. Almost cried today haha. Anyway, I'm starting to get a lot of random bruises on my hand and I don't know where they come from or why. They don't hurt either so it makes it even more wack. Oh well. Bye <3"
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No FicciónI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
