My name is Zoey,Zoey Addams I moved to London a couple days ago. My dad got me this journal so i could express myself in it. My therapist thought it would be a good idea. I dont like expressing myself. i didnt even want to move. But I guess i have to suck it up just like i do most things in my life.
i have a little sister named skylar and a brother named asher. we get along pretty well.
i used to have a younger sister named chloe but umm she... nevermind you know what this journal is stupid im throwing you away. so much for expressing myself well how was that dad is this what you want? for me to get angry. well hell yeah i am.
i threw the journal away. and ran back inside the house that we just moved into. there are still boxes everywhere. i sat on the matress that didnt have sheets yet. and fell on my back. the birds quietly chirping their calls to one another. i didnt want to be here. not just in london but here as in the world. i dont want to live anymore.
i have thoughts about suicide daily but never had the guts to try. In the fear of leaving people who care about me and how that would be so selfish. lets just say im the kind of person who holds misery in my head while i fake out smiles trying to persuade to every one that im happy but the truth is that on the inside im just the opposite.
