This is something new. I was told to write how I feel so here I am. This diary and a pen. Hmmm this feels weird. What if my mom looks in it? Whatever. I honestly don't care at this point. Let's get started shall we?
April 2nd, 2018.
Nobody understands my feelings. I could act all happy and childish around you but in reality, if you looked hard enough, I'm still not okay. I don't tell people because I don't want to be a burden or hurt anyone. It's funny because no one will know how I feel unless they read this diary. But the sad part is, no one will.
Im tired of hurting, feeling broken, being used and forgotten. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what im feeling anymore because i constantly pretend im okay and happy, i just don't know anymore.
*3 hours later*
Hello again. My dad put his hands on me today...not the first time. All because I had a towel on the floor in my room. It was there to clean up the water I spelt, but he didn't listen... I have a bruise on my right arm now.
Mom is drunk and yelling at me again. She slapped me earlier and told me I was useless and how much of a disappointment I am. At least my sister and brother is okay. That's all I care about...
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Short StoryTrigger warning! this isn't my whole story just parts of it... This will be hard to read just so y'all know. This story is about my life and everything I've been through and what I'm still going through. Everything that's in here is everything that...
