Friday, March 16, 2001

3/16/01

My first journal entry about my home life. I was 16 at the time.

"I never though I would write about this in here, but I have realized that I need to. I have never talked about what my life is like, what I think about or how I feel. It is probably because I never tall anyone besides Tilly. At school I act normal, in here I sound like a normal teenager, but I am different. I hate my life. Why do I have to live with here people? I feel like a slave to them. I like to cry for no reason at all, just because by the time I'm done I feel better. I fell all alone and empty inside. I often wonder if there is anyone who really loves me. I can't wait to get married and start a new life. I have realized that suicide is not an answer. I have never tried, but I have thought about it. Someday some guy will love me and we will get married and have kids."