Dear diary,
I'm 18.
That means I'm legally allowed to drink alcohol and buy cigarettes. I'm not going to smoke but it's nice to have the option you know?
I had a suprise party today. Dad arranged it. Harry, Ned, Laura, Amora, Mathew and Fiona were there. We also had mom and Lisa on facetime for a while.
Mathew is a new boy me and Amora are befriending. He's a very positive person but when he gets deep it takes a team to get him out of thart state.
Birthdays and new years are weird. There's this unpleasant feeling that this is your new start and you have to make things right. You know how when you die in games you continue at your last checkpoint? It's kinda like that but with neverending checkpoints and no finish line.
Mine is combined so double all the pressure.
I got good gifts. Mostly clothes. Harry got me drawing supplies and Fiona gave me cash so I can buy whatever I want. Mom also transferred money to my account which Lisa had chipped one dollar in. I thought it was cute.
I felt overwhelmed. When I blew out the candles I cried.
17 was shit.
Life was in the worst form it could be. At least I think so. It can't get any worse can it? I hope it doesn't.
This year...
I've been staring at this page for ten minutes now but I don't even know what to say. I don't know what I want. There are so many sentences in my mind that don't even make sense.
Maybe I want the people around me to stick around? I don't know. I think I should just sleep before I ruin everything for myself.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, // L.S
General Fiction[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] "Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed forever." No one listens to him so he pours his heart out in a diary. ~ short-ish story !!!Trigger warnings in the prologue!!!
