Here lies one whose name was writ in water
All the things I don't have the balls to put on Facebook
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Just read a random page of my 11-year-old self’s diary:
“The world’s hurting me
The feeling does not leave me
I want to ESCAPE
People at church are talking about each other. I wonder if they talk about me? Church was not meant for this! the world is full of sin. I’m full of sin. Lord, forgive me as only you can. I wish that I could leave the world, so full of evils. Things that frighten me. Things that tempt me to sin. Things that anger me and make me miserable. God, I wish I could stay with you. I wish I could leave my sinful nature. I wish I would discipline myself to where you were the light of my life and I only cared about you. Please help me. Please help me.
If I thought things couldn’t get worse, I was wrong. They did. A lot of kids at church smoke. I hate this world! It’s like I can’t trust ANYONE!! Backstabbers who don’t let you learn guitar. Traitors who tell people your deepest darkest secret. I just hope people don’t see me that way.”
And now I can see a clear divide in my life. How did I go from being an apparently depressed, self-loathing girl to what I am today? I stopped going to church. I’ve always felt guilty about this until tonight, but now all I can think is that this “body of believers” is what made me an intolerant, elitist child.
Three hours and two Magic Erasers later…
I HAVE FINALLY RECLAIMED THE BATHROOM!!
Take that, Kristen!!
Just found my fourth grade class photo #dying. It’s crazy to think that I went/go to high school with three of these people. We were all cuter back then.
Trying to come to terms with the fact that my hair is turning red.
:/
A text message conversation:
Me: Lolol all my teachers think Mom is dying
Dad: Oh crap, I need to write you a note
Me: You haven’t done that yet?!?! jegfbaw;egfhwabdsbgfadslhbf
Dad: Watch your mouth, young lady!!
Just helped you move out.
And let’s be honest, you didn’t deserve this. And you don’t deserve people talking about you like the latest episode of American Idol. There couldn’t have been more than ten people who witnessed what happened, but now the whole school knows. They know and they make a joke out of you, humiliating you just to get off. I know I was told to build a bridge, to get over the actions that were taken that night, but I can assure anyone who is reading this that I am just as furious now as the night it happened. Everywhere I go I feel a knot in my stomach. I feel guilty for not being there to protect you, to give you a fighting chance. And I will never forgive the actions that were taken, the total disregard for your wellbeing and the effects that will be with you for the rest of your life. I never thought I would be burning bridges on June 3rd, but there are just too many people who have broken my heart.
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