May 2, 2019,
Dear Diary,
Happy May! I couldn't write yesterday because we didn't film anything. We went to an early screening of the Angry Birds Movie 2. It was okay. JoJo had a small little role in it, which was fun, I guess.
Over the four days, I've made some discoveries, but one major one: I don't feel anything anymore, not even sadness. Everything's just numb now. Everything to me is just numb, which sounds worse than it is. I have nothing left.
I've always claimed I wanted to kill myself, but now it seems like the only option. I'm serious. Every day is just pain. I either sleep or don't sleep at all (when I do, I cry myself to sleep and my face gets itchy), I don't want to eat anything, I'm afraid to come out of my room because I'll lash out at someone, and I hate dance. So what if I really did it?
But I can't do it this week. This week is too important. Maybe in a week or two. I'll work on the plan later. Anyway, onto actual Dance Moms stuff. I got to bottom of the pyramid. I wanted to cry. She said I was invisible. I'm just invisible. More reason that I don't want to be here. If I'm invisible, nobody will care.
However, I got a duet with Gia called Munchausen by Proxy. I'm a controlling mother pretending that Gia, my daughter, is sick, but she's not. Eventually, Gia breaks free from my restraints and becomes her own person. It's a real mental illness and I researched it tonight. It's sad. Lilly and Brady also got a duet called We Will Meet Again.
The thing is, one of us from each duet will get a team jacket. As much as I would love it, it should go to Gia. It will last longer. I also don't deserve it. However, Mom claims I have an advantage, seeing that Gia is in the wheelchair for almost the entire duet while I'm dancing.
The group dance is a collaboration with Angry Birds Movie 2 called Angry Birds Tutu. I'm Red, the main character, even though I'm not the leader of the dance. Week 1 Pressley would be all over this, but it's just okay. She doesn't believe in me, so what's the point?
Everything else went fine. Nothing bad happened. And now I'm here. I'm going to try to go to sleep. I need to sleep. I hope I don't wake up.
Love,
sweet p
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Fanfiction***MATURE WARNING*** Name: Pressley Isabella Hosbach Age: 12 Live: New York City, New York/Florham Park, New Jersey/ Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Fav color: Blue Fav types of dances: Jazz, lyrical, hip-hop Purpose of the diary: DANCE MOMS!
