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This is a made up journal entry, not true at all! Don;'t worry, kk? Lets begin the rubbish tale.
Dear Diary
Help me.
My whole life is upsie down, my parents argueing constantly, my friends not really careing, and now my counceller has decided I don't need her anymore.
But I so do.
No-one relises how hard I have to push myself to smile. When they say something funny, I force myself into a grin, or make it look like I'm trying not to laugh, just so they don't worry about me. I haven't been happy for a long long time now. I get through the days, just so I can get home and crawl onto my laptop, but I can't even do that much now, everyone keeps ranting at me because of it, is it so wrong to want a little time on my own? Does no-one see how much I need to be able to sit by myself and let it all out.
A month or so ago in French, we could sit wherever we wanted. I ended up on the row behind my friends, and hey just blnked me, even thoygh I kept trying to talk to them, they couldn't care any less. ever since then, it has been the greatest struggle of my life to try and not burst into tears constantly.
And it's comeing up to Christmas too, joy of joys! Now everyone wants to know what I want, and I have to idea! The only thin g I want is someone to talk to, someone who doesn't care how I act or look, and someone who would still care even if my family or friends were different. I want a shoulder to cry on. I'm never going to get it though, never. It seems as though the whole world hates me, I keep doing nadly at school. I used to be so perfect at it, but now I can't concentrate, my mind wonders off into it's own eternal sadness, and I do worse and worse in cless.
Finnally, it beginning to take it's toll.
I just wish I could end it all, end it all now. But I worry about my Mum and my cousins, they would miss me, at least, I think they would. Maybe other people would too, maybe my friends would be happier without me randomly popping up from everywhere and saying cake, in an effort to make them not worry about me at all. Everyone thinks I'm oing fine now, everyone thinks I'm cured of my adness, but I'm not. If anything, I'm worse.
Maybe Wrote some othertime.
Maria
What do you think of Maria huh? I might write a few diary entries for her. xd
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