Ephemeral

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 July 10th, 2011

This is my journal. My name is Aurora Bradbury. I am 14 years old. Everyone tells me that I look exactly like the Disney princess, long blonde hair, big blue eyes and the "Disney princess body". Since I said everyone, people would think that I have so many friends to surround myself with and that I am outrageously popular. Believe me, when I tell you this, I don't have a single friend. I've spent my most of life avoiding people in fear of being used and abused the way I am and have been since I was a baby. During my early years of elementary school, little girls would constantly try to be my friend, and admittedly I did have one or two girls that I was only friends with at school because I was not allowed to have friends over nor was I allowed to go to their houses. When 3rd grade rolled around, I decided that I wouldn't even try anymore and entirely distanced myself from people. Now, the only person I would even consider to be my friend would be my therapist, Susanne. I have been seeing her for about a year now, ever since my third attempt. It was an instant connection, for the first time I was comfortable being alone with an adult. Susanne knows everything about me, she knows my hopes and aspirations, my deepest, darkest fears, even what they did to me. She's the one who told me to start journaling, more specifically, she said: "Sometimes seeing your thoughts on paper helps more than just thinking them". Anyway, I'm being called for dinner, not that I'm going to eat much. I'll write later I guess.

Aurora B.