March 21st
Travis O'Neil asked me on a date! THE Travis O'Neil. Tall, handsome and exactly the definition of perfect.
Dinner and a movie how simple and yet I feel like I'm floating out of my body. Journal this makes up for the whole throwing up ordeal. I promise if this goes right I'll do anything.
What should I wear? Help.
I didn't think I would ever be grateful that it was still warm in March! I'm going to have to tear apart my closet searching for something decent to wear.
Am I allowed to feel like this? it's normal right? Part of me wants to be hesitant and draw back but something in me feels happy. Just a little more happy than when we first arrived here.
My mother cornered me on her way out declaring that my "no good father" would be paying us a visit shortly.
Hopefully he'll take me with him and I'll get to finally be out my mother's hair for good.
Sorry reruns of The Walking Dead are distracting me, gotta go.
-honey
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Love Honey
General FictionInside the Journals of 17 year old Honey lies a secret. Secrets that were taken to the grave with her. Read if you dare.
