Zel's Journal

Monday- December 30, 2016

Monday- December 30, 2016

Entry1~

Ok so...what do I say? I've been like this since I was born. How many years has it been, I've lost count or maybe that's the excuse I give myself so I don't have to face the truth about me but, I know that I don't look my age.

Ugh...why am I doing this?

In all honesty though, my friend convinced me of this journal so why not write in it, doesn't every little girl write their most deepest and darkest thoughts in their diary? I mean Nicky is the one who gave it to me even though I pleaded her not to (I mean what are friends for?)...so like I said, why not write in it? But truth be told, it's quite beautiful: how it's aged and slightly torn in some areas; like the binding; yet it still holds strong. But I wonder where Nicky even bought this and how long has she had it because the first few pages or should I just say a lot of them have been torn out.

Back to what I was explaining...oh yeah, myself. Well to tell you the truth I've been around for 30 years. Yeah that isn't that long at all yet I still look like a minor...maybe around 14 years old...do I have to say it again? If I must, I look as if I were 14 years old. The fact that I have a women's fully matured body keeps people from questioning but, not from staring.

I'm young for my kind, whatever my kind may be but, I knew I reached my maturity twelve years ago, the year I had reached my eighteenth year of living. The year that all that I am had become worse. My sense of smell, sound, hearing but, specifically my emotions. They enhanced significantly and i haven't been able to keep control over them ever since.

What am I?

I can't tell you, but that's just because...I don't know.