Fuck my life. Josh (Dee’s brother) read ALL of Dee’s text messages. That means that he read Dee and I’s… “special” conversation. Which is REALLY bad. I am SO embarrassed I can’t even explain. I’m a little upset with Dee, he really should have watched his phone better. I feel like such a slut. Josh is going to hate me forever.
I guess the best thing is just to let it go, it’s out of my hands now. Breathe. It’s going to be ok… kinda. Boy, am I confused with myself!
I’m so sick of school. I don’t even care how stupid I must look writing in my diary during the math class that I’m failing.
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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