I'm Mae, and I'm a senior in high school. I live in Pennsylvania, in a little suburban town outside of Philadelphia. I'm 17 and I live with dad and 4 siblings. There's my Dad, Mark Gallagher, my older brother (18 almost 19), Mitchell Gallagher, my younger brother (15 almost 16), Miles Gallagher, my other younger brother (6 turning 7), Michael Gallagher, and my youngest sibling (4 turning 5), my sister Mali Gallagher. My oldest brother is in college (22).
I have 5 best friends, 2 ex-boyfriends that are trying to come back in my life, and a crazy bitch at school that doesn't know when to quit it. I'm sitting in my bathroom balling my eyes out, wondering where I went wrong.
You're probably wondering why I'm explaining all this to you. Well if I'm gonna explain, I might as well start at the very beginning when everything started happening.
It all started about year ago in junior year, I was 16, and it was the beginning of April.
"Are you ok?" "What's wrong?" "Are you sad?" "Everything will be okay".
Honestly, I'm not okay, what's wrong? Everything! And why am I sad? Because I can't handle anything anymore and NOTHING will be okay.
I don't know why I always need to lie to everyone about me, it's not like they could understand anyways. Who's been by my side? Well people obviously, but none of them can know what I think! How I feel! How could they anyways, it's not like my life is a book that people can just read and understand...
Who am I? An emotional girl who is exaggerating right now? Haha! NO. I'm actually Anne, and I'm fourteen. I guess that I'm a social teen, always looking happy and approchable. Well not lately...But you'll get to that part at some point. I'm an "average teen" like some people say. Well I honestly don't know. I'm always tired, depressed stressed, but some say that that's normal. Of course because my life isn't complicated at all...Maybe I imagine things?
All these years and I've always kept things inside, of course I have friends, but they can't hear my thoughts and know everything in my pathetic life. So that's why I've decided "Well why not write in a diary? Maybe it will help? Or something"
I have no idea if it actually helps, but it might...At least it's something I can open up to. To talk about my suicidal thoughts, my depression, my self-harm issues and my eating disorder...
On that note....
Bye....
Fml :)
Anne