Dear Journal

Dear Journal

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Before I start anything, I want to put my hand on the bible and vow to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I have nothing to hide. But this, this is my journal. This is my life, and these are my secrets. I don't want to hide anymore, and I don't want to lie. I want everyone to know MY point of view. If that means publicly admitting every mistake I've made, then so be it. This Journal has a lot more to it then just "I went out for lunch today." Behind this cover is break ups, make ups, friendships, betrayal, drama, lies, the TRUTH, and everything in between. Basically, the life for a 15 year old in high school. Starting with, the one rumor that destroyed my reputation. This is not my beg for help, or my seek for attention. This is my life, and if someone else is stuck in the same situation, we can live it together. That's all that counts. So here, let me start Dear Journal ....
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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