Dear journal,
My name is Leeanne. I like to go by Lee. My friend gave me this suggesting that I should write how I feel, thinking it might help. But the truth is, she doesn't even know what's really going on, so how could she know what could help? I don't know why I'm even doing this. It's ridiculous. I couldve just said thank you, put this on the shelf and never pick it up again. Yeah that's rude, but so what? Mai wouldn't know. She'd think she had helped. I guess I should give it a shot though. Well, to start off I'll tell you my main issue. I'm an abused child in a broken family.
