Entry 1

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place?

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you

~ Welcome to my Life by Simple Plan

Dear Diary…

No, that sounds really dumb. Why does this have to be a Diary? Every twelve year old has a Diary. How about a Journal instead? Okay, let's go with that.

Dear…

No, that's too formal.

Hey Journal, how are you today? Me? I'm alright I guess. The reason I'm writing in you is because my therapist (I hate that word; she's helping me cope with things so why don't I call her my Coping Coach?). Anyways, she gave you to me and told me to keep track of my thoughts. She said it would help me a lot.

I hope it does because I'm tired of keeping them bottled up in my head and it's not like I can tell anyone about them. If they knew about Devin or Ronn, they'd most certainly lock me up in the crazy house.

Speaking of them though, Devin says writing my thoughts and feelings down is a good idea, but Ronn doesn't agree, says it's a waste of time. I don't know who to believe…

Anyways, that's all I have to say for right now. I'll write again when something more interesting happens. Bye for now.