bruised; l.h

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09/06/14

Dear Journal [not a fucking diary],

So I guess I'm supposed to write my feelings in this damn book that my therapist gave me.

Let's get all the facts straight okay?

1) Only my dad calls me Krystal, and he's an asshole. My name's Kris.

2) I'm a stressed, depressed, but band obsessed 18 year old.

3) I swear a shit load.

4) I just want to be loved by someone.

5) If anyone finds out about this 'journal' I will burn.

What am I supposed to say now?

"Um, hey. I went to school today, and I sat at the back of the room, and did absolutely nothing."?

Yeah, this whole thing is just useless. I was told that I have to update you everyday, but we all know that's not happening.

Sincerely,

Sad, little Kris.