Sitting at my desk, in first hour, I stare off nervously. I’ve noticed I’ve been doing that a lot. I don't know why i do it. Actually i do. Things make me mad very easily. Some people are able to let things go, but i can't. That's why Brittney (whose name could be something else, but why not have a Brittany.) scares or irritates me so much now. She does the littlest things. She knows I can’t let things go. She use to be my best friend, the person that was there to help me try and let things go, but she's not anymore. She’s not even my friend. I friend wouldn't do what she does.
My mood goes up and down all day. I can go from being happy and then, there they go. They say they aren't being mean but, that's like saying the world is flat. It's actually really annoying because i want to be happy. I want to be the old me, not this one now. I hate this girl, the one that i have somehow become. One minute i can be perfectly fine, like right now, but then i see something or a switch inside me flips and i feel like I've hit rock bottom. I go completely silent and i think of all the negative things that are going on in my life or around me.
To help me get out of the mood, i write. I get out a piece of paper and write a letter to the person(s) or things that I'm upset about. I know that they will never get it, but it helps me be happy again.
I found out that the letters aren't such a good idea though. People got a hold of them, so I'm probably not going to do that anymore. Said that the stuff wasn't true. They sat right in front of me and read them. I didn't know what they were doing till after, but i had a feeling it had something to do with me. They didn't try to hide it. They laughed and would look at me, sat in a group all huddled together, and then after had Chloe (and that's her name,Chloe, it fits her perfectly), come and asked me about it. Its my writing, it's the only thing that helps me. If you have a problem with it, they simply don't read it.
This week has gone by faster then I thought it would. There are only two days left of school, counting today. I can't wait to get out of school, be in eighth grade, and spend my summer around and talking to the right people.
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I run past the trees, admiring their beauty. I've chosen to run a mile everyday. Its gets me off my phone, out in nature, and I'm exercising. Running also helps me relieve stress, anger, and have time to myself.
I hit the mile mark as i round the corner to my house. As soon as I do, i notice the big red truck sitting in front of it. I knew that my day was going to get ten times worse than it was before. I walk slowly to the front door, push it open, and stop. My little brother, the one that we’ve had since he was six weeks old, was gone. I run past my mom, slam my door shut, and cry until i somehow fall asleep.
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