Dear Diary,
I've started to give a face to my depression, because I don't think as awfully of myself as she does. I'm a wonderful saxophone player. I love poetry. I have friends, but she likes to tell me the opposite. Why she? I'm not sure.. Maybe she just reminds me of the mean cheerleaders who use to bully me. It started off as their words, slowly became my own, and eventually became hers. I still remember how they use to throw food at me. They would call me fatty and tell me I wasn't worth the air I breathed and the space I took up. That was when I stopped eating and I still remember the day when Jessica Cast, the head cheerleader, told me I looked pretty now that I had lost the weight.
I don't agree with them or this voice though. I am beautiful and I always have been. Not eating didn't change that and who's to say beauty is the most important thing anyway? I wish this voice would shut up. One day, maybe not today, I'll make it.
Sincerely
Addison Lane
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Broken but Strong
General FictionAddison Lane, a 16 year old high school student, struggles to find an explanation and a cure to her depression. (This is my multi-genre paper for my English class so it involves several genre's including a story line and a research paper. A friend s...
