Sure feels good to be back even though everything I write in here is not good. I mean everything has been good so far right? No, not really. My dad told me countless things I didn't want to hear, my mom is so difficult to decipher now and my sisters are giving me massive headaches. Summer is officially over and I'm back in school. It's actually not going so bad, but its also my senior year which is hard to grasp. I've had many conversations with myself and have decided that, I can't control my emotions but I can suppress them. Learn to live them instead of showing them. This summer was a hard one and I've grown so apart from my parents that it makes me cry when I think of the countless times I could say I love you but can't get myself to say it. I'm the same person I used to be because I hid my emotions instead of crying about them. Oh, how I wish my life weren't as stressful. But if we're doing check-ups, I have not eaten breakfast or lunch in the past week in hope of staying under the 1,000 cal mark. Not a death wish, just a hobby of mine. Not a self-esteem issue, just an issue all in all.
I'm cold hearted now, and I can feel it. Like a villain in a story I don't feel anything. Matter of fact, I like this. It's like a switch that finally just turned off. Seems like something I've been needing forever.
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An Introduction
Conto"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...
