Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Apr 19, 2013 10:34:33 GMT -8
April first, 2034
ringing out like a shotgun in my head
ringing out and i just can't go to bed
[/color][/center]ringing out and i just can't go to bed
dear diary,
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To be completely honest, I am just not the type of girl to keep a journal or diary or whatever the hell that you want to call these things. But my therapist thought that writing down my feelings would be good for me. I don’t like talking to someone I don’t know very well. I won’t even talk to my own family about how I am feeling. What am I supposed to say, though? People think that I am not okay, that I am a china doll that is going to break. Partially because of what happened at that stupid dance and partially because of my STUPID condition. God!
I am just fine. Can’t anyone see that? Who cares about that night? Not like I could FEEL any of it. I am just glad I was able to help out some people. Isn’t that the important thing? But I don’t want to be called a hero. Though, who thinks that anyway? Some people at school are just so god damn ungrateful. Whatever. I guess I should get ready for school, though. Until later.
