The Journal Of Neviah Leeth

Day 1

Let me start by saying, I'm a hormonal teenager who likes to smoke pot, curse, and whatever the fuck else. My personal counselor suggested doing a journal like this but hell, I'll give it a chance. So I'm Neviah Leeth but if you couldn't tell that by now, I suggest closing my journal because the exploration of my fucked up head is no easy journey. 

So I guess let me start by talking about my house, I live in the middle of who the fuck knows, in the county who gives a damn in the land of make believe. I'm surrounded by woods in a little town called Shit-vile. My personality consists of sarcasm, sarcasm, a bit of assholeness, and guess what? MORE sarcasm. So I don't really know what to write in these things. I guess my life story? Seems like a knock off of some teenage attention seeking novel but hell lets give it a go. 

I'm 6'2, 200lbs, I have black hair that goes down to my shoulders and I prefer to wear a plain tee with my leather jacket and some jeans and my combat boots. Now please, before you go on with the school shooter jokes, let me tell you I've heard them all before. 

Now about where I live, believe it or not this is actually only the first week of my time living in this house. We had to move due to my chronic attention seeking disorder as my mom calls it, others know it as depression. After my failed suicide attempt my parents were ashamed and didn't want to stay in the same town, due to me being an embarrassment. 

This house feels creepy to me, like a sense of being watched or stalked. I can quickly cast that out of my head though and blame it on my extreme since of paranoia. It seems like a common thing for teens to have now a days and some people like to flaunt it like its a trophy to quench their unending need for attention. Who cares, won't there always be people like that?

I'm 16 years old, and drive a shitty beat up Ford Taurus 2003. Not that I can complain though, It's still an escape from this hell hole of a family and creepy old house. The house itself has one story and a basement and an attic. My parents live downstairs in the bedroom while I live in the attic. There is one big window in the side of the attic that points off to my back yard and the woods beyond that.

I start my new High School tomorrow, if someone by some chance ends up reading this other then me,  pardon me for not using names, but as i previously mentioned I have paranoia and the last thing I want on my mind, is me dropping this journal and being tracked down and slaughtered like a pig. I know its stupid but hell, better safe then sorry. I'm writing all this down at 1:26 am on a Monday morning. 

I should probably get some sleep for the start of a brand new exciting life at my wonderful new school tomorrow. If you, the possible reader of my journal, can't tell I'm being sarcastic, I suggest an IQ test. Until tomorrow my completely needed and not completely waste of time journal, xoxoxo