When she
was just fourteen years old, she would watch chick flicks with her mom and
enjoy the fairytale life she dreamt of when she would sleep at night. The years
passed, and as she grew up she couldn’t help but see her fairytale drift away.
The days of that summer would forever change her life, in either a positive way
or a negative way. But as of right now, she is depressed. Only being the young
age of 18 years old she believed that the world would be the greatest thing
ever like the chick flicks she watched when she was younger.
“Come
downstairs!” Her mom yelled. Putting her journal on the bed she ran downstairs
to see what was going on. Standing on the last step of the stair she looked at
her mom.
“What are
you doing right now?” She asked.
“I’m
writing in my journal.” She replied. Her mom stared at her and the motioned for
her to go back upstairs. As she began walking, she heard her mom start talking,
but it wasn’t to her. Slinking up the stairs and back to her room she closed
her door and laid back on her bed and began to write. Her journal was her safe place, she would
write almost everything she needed to. But it seemed like lately, she would put
off the journal for bigger and better things. She dated her journal
June 17,
2012
Dear
Journal,
What
is the true meaning of love? Is it something that people advertise for Valentine’s
Day? Or is it really true? It’s been almost 3 years since I’ve been single. It’s
miserable being able to see everyone so happy and content. And yet, here I am
sad and depressed. Will it ever end, will I get a happy fairytale ending?
All
my love XOXO,
Rebecca
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