Diary

10-11

Ahh the good old days I suppose. I was happy when I was 10, not that often but I'd be happy. I liked my life the way it was and my family wasn't really falling apart. I wish things would've stayed the way they were. Me being a normal person. Me being happy I miss it all to be honest  but unfortunately change is inevitable. Everything changes, for the better or for worse. Well anyways, when I turned 11 things changed a bit. Some of my journals I found from when I was 11 was full on.

"I have no one."

"Why does my dad hate me?"

"Why does he choose his games over me?"

"Why does he always watch the news?"

"Dad has changed and it's not good!"

"His telling me off for things I didn't even do!"

And that's just some of it. The things I saw in them lead me to believe I had a mild depression. That was a though year for me. My mum was studying to get her nurses degree so I didn't see her much instead I had to be near my dad.

I can't really remeber school all that well all I remember was in garde 4 I had a friend called Seseanka and I used to hang out with her all the time. She  cool, loud and annoying sometimes but cool. We used to get in a lot of trouble for talking in class. Oh and an annoying bitch that was in my class, I was surprised that she had friends. Although I did know at least 2 of them didn't like her. They were smart unlike the others.

That's about all I remember from that time period.

Grade 4 was now over so now I had to focus on grade 5, which was a lot worse.