Story of my life

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DIARY POV

Diary,
             It's Anisha again, my room smells and has clothes all over the place with cups and bowls all over I haven't had a full meal in 2 weeks. I've eaten cookies and cheez-it's. I feel so sick my hair is matted I haven't showered in weeks and my leg hair is out of control. Ever since my mom died i felt so sick and yearning to be with her again, but of course i don't believe in heaven or hell i believe in reincarnation. It's just me just me. I am only 18 and already living in my own. My grandfather is paying the bills on the house he doesn't know i'm here. My father left when i was 3 weeks old my mother said how he always talked about me being a annoying baby and crying to much. I didn't want him here anyway he is in jail for heroine possession. I wish I had a true friend to make me shower and eat. The only "friend" I have is my stuffed bear from my mom when i was a infant. God i miss her so much, I'm so tired but all i do is write in this book and sleep, I don't know how or why i'm so tired. Maybe because i'm malnourished from only eating a few things a day and only drinking apple juice every so often. I wish i could run away but I don't have the energy to even get out of bed let alone pack bags and all of my money up and leave home. Cincinnati is my home ever since i was 5. I left Trenton when i was 4 because my dad tried to make my mom do drugs but he didn't even want to see me. I've never met him or heard his voice only stories about how he was a terrible person. I am so tired again. I guess i'll just sleep for another 10 hours then write again.

                                                      -Anisha

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 20, 2021 ⏰

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