Part 5

Imperfection </3

 

Already on the first day of high school i was starting off on the wrong foot. Being bullied and manipulated. Horrible was it . The next couple of classes went fast before i knew it i was already home. I take the bus everyday . I sit in the front . I was the 2nd to last stop so everyone could get enough time making fun of me there too . when i got off the bus i ran straight to my room . I sat there and took out my box underneath my bed . It had everything i needed in there. Tissues , water , boxed food , clothes , pen paper , first aid kit and my journal . My journal is where  i can write everything about me . I tell secrets to it , talk about my day , and express my feelings. Its like my best friend . Except this best friend wont go telling everything i have in there to other journals . So anyways i started writing all about today expressing my feelings. then i grabbed my box of tissues and wiped my eyes . then i grabbed the boxed foods and grabbed a couple of ritz crackers. What i was writing in my journal was like a depression story . No one has to deal with what i do . My life is a disaster. And i can tell my journal everything in it  . All the diseases i have and whats imperfect about me and everything basically. I have five other journals too . From different years . I write in my journal every year.  this is what has been keeping me from going therapy  . So i sat there writing until i slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep .