I’ve had a really rough couple weeks… But today was by far the worst.
I got made fun of like thirty times, I was told everyone hates me. And that I’m “the most annoying person anyone’s ever met”.
Then to top it all off, someone, well, a LOT of people, called me and verbally harassed me. It was really great. NOT.
Oh, and it snowed. I’m just glad I have Clara, and Dee. He’s always there for me. I love him. I wish I could write poems for him. He makes me feel like a poet.
Oh plus I keep getting sexually harassed by horny little losers. Cool. Not only am I “fake,” and “ugly,” and “worthless,” but I’m a fucking piece of meat.
Great.
God, please send me an angel at Woodland, I need you.
Born in 1996
Over the coming months, I'll be publishing several journal entries a day in chronological order. I began journaling in 2007, when I was eleven years old. Even then I wrote as though I were archiving my life, collecting details about my world. As I grew older, journaling became more of a description of my emotional world.
I am an aspiring creative nonfiction writer who is producing very little since graduating college this Spring. But with this unusually thorough account of my entire adolescence, I feel as though I have been given a gift that has been under my nose this whole time.
This is a practice in forgiveness and vulnerability. It is also a way to laugh at myself.
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