Dear me,

Diary entries from a developing teen.

When they don't feel comfortable sharing, venting in their pages usually helps. It's hard to overcome traumas silently, but talking is sometimes too hard. The fear of change always manages to out weigh any other possibility for them, so this helps, in a way.

Everyone has their own story. It's hard to talk about it, but for this teen it's easier to write about it.

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"Diary entries from a fucked up piece of shit."

"Do I always have to be okay? Why can't I just be real?"

**Disclaimer**
This is not based on me, but it is based on true events that happen everyday.

**Rated Mature for mentioning of serious topics**