Dear Diary,
WOW! New Year, New me right? Well I do feel pumped with this decade holds. Love? College? Adventures? Regrets? Memories? I really do it's something I enjoy. (A/N: Wtf we love my grammar)
My mom asked me why do I always shut her out, distance myself from her. That's because she can read right through me, she can see right through the mask of happiness. That terrifies me, because then she'll try to fix me and I don't want that, it is me who needs to work with me.
I know I am hurting her, but ugh its complicated. Why can't she be like the others? Ignore me. That way it won't be hard anymore. But you know 2020 will mean no more faking, more adventures, new regrets and memories and triumphs, new beginnings and a brand new Jeymi.
A/N: OMG I WAS LAUGHING SO MUCH READING THIS. It feels like the beginning of a movie and then BAM everything goes to shit! 2020 was anything but good ! 2020 was a brick hitting me on the head and laughing at me. Just enjoy the song, it doesn't really have anything to do with the entry.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
RandomNo Cliches. No happy ending. No romance. Just the journey of a girl, of me. This is my diary, the only place I can escape and not be strong, where I can actually pour out my bottled up feelings.
