See, I feel like no matter where I live I feel like I don't belong or it's the same thing. I always have nothing to do because everyday is just away in their rooms, and it's always like that and to be honest I'm kind of tired of all of this. First of all I felt bad in the first place because with anyone I feel like I'm a burden to that family.
I just for once want to live in a house where I don't have to worry about my feelings. But then it may be the fact that I did have a little bit of depression and anxiety (both self-diagnosed) that I did not take care of properly and now there is just a little tiny hint of it still in me and now its trying to take over again. But to stop ranting I really thought I wouldn't have to write in this notebook ever again but look at me now. I just really can't believe that I'm always doing this to myself, I'm always getting up and then I bring myself down. I did for a while think that maybe being in a relationship and feeling love for someone who isn't part of my family would help me get over this but then he went ahead and got himself a girlfriend. But to be honest I'm over this person already because it wasn't me actually liking him it was me just wanting to be really good friends, he doesn't really talk to me anymore so...I'm just gonna leave it at that.
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An Introduction
Short Story"today is Sunday and I have decided to start journaling painful events that happen..." These are the journal entries to Kelsey, a girl who worries to much about others even though they don't give a shit about her. 'Just drink it down with vodka is h...
