Dear Journal,
Yesterday was awful, but today I'm feeling a little bit better. I'm playing mind games with myself and I think it's helping. Whenever I feel that— whatever it is—coming on, I try to turn it into a play and I'm the lead character. If I can get lost in my other world, I can keep my head above water. But, some days it isn't that simple.
I wish I could understand my feelings. I'm not really sad; I just hurt inside. That cute boy in my class did ask me out but I'm afraid to go. What if I'm a real poop when we're together and he just ditches me? I never know when I'm going into that awful place and it seems to be happening more frequently now. I'm really scared. Maybe I need to see a shrink, but I don't think mom will buy into that. She'll just tell me I'm being overly dramatic. You see, everyone thinks I'm a drama queen anyway.
I really need for tomorrow to be better. I just want to feel normal again. Help me, God.
Angel
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The Final Act
Short StoryA chance meeting at an audition brings Rory and Angel together and the magic between them on stage carries over into their personal lives. But Angel is keeping a dark secret which threatens to ruin her relationship with Rory. Will he find out and...
