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You can change your name, Change your mind, And leave this fucked up place behind, But I'll know, I'll know.

Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

You don't believe me anyways. You don't see me throwing away my inhibitions or filling up my online shopping cart. You don't see me diving into new life goals and careers and areas of study. You don't see my cry to myself in the car when my chest sinks in and my head gets crushed in a vice. You don't feel the panic in my stomach whenever I must make human contact. And you sure don't see how hard I try. How I wake up every morning and apply my mask. My work mask- to conceal all of this. But.... It's been the same mask for many years And my mask is wearing thin. My sadness, my anger, my paranoia and grand euphoria are trying to become a part of your world too. A world where it's not welcome. A world where it's not understood, where it's frowned upon.

He betrayed and faked to be fully gay to possibly get in my pants. She left me for a girl she met on a trip. And to think my life was actually GOOD. Aside from my crazy bitch of a sister and mother, of course. But then so, who could blame me for trying to commit suicide? Who could blame me for fucking trying to die? At first all this was regret. Then she came along, in our beautiful dorm in the mental hospital.

Drama. Drama. Drama. That pretty much describes my life. I mean when your living with your 7 older brothers, 5 cousins, best friends, and a 3 month old baby, life can't get any better! And then there's school. Well school is school. Loaded with a the different 'groups' of kids. The geeks, popular, etc. And last but not least, my parents. We don't even know where they are most the time since they go on business trips after business trips. They come for for a week at the most and leave again. My family is not rich, but not poor. We have more than enough money to get the nice things we want, but we have to earn them. My life sounds pretty interesting huh?

You know that feeling? When you're trapped in a dream, and no matter what you do, you can't run, and you can't force your burning lungs to scream? Well...that was one teenager's every day life. Because he was trapped. He couldn't scream, he couldn't run. Because his trap, was his body.

I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

Thinking you've found the love of your life; only to realize they hurt you because you belong with someone else entirely. Me too. Things always start great; but can end in so many different ways at the same time. (Cover is just me btw)

Am I a lesbian? I don't know. I guess everyone could surely affirm who they are after graduating from college, I mean, you have already lived with yourself for 22 years. But for me it is not like that, I am 22 years old and I am very far from discovering the truth hidden in me, and that like flowers, is looking for the light, because everything changed since I met those brown eyes that completely changed my way of seeing the world. Nora lives in the shadows of her own heart, aware that something beats differently inside her, but she hides within herself to avoid being broken by the expectations of others. There is something inside her that she is unaware of and that, like flowers, is searching for the light. But just when Nora thinks she can follow her heart, she is faced with an insurmountable barrier that stands between her and the truth. Soon she will realize that she is so close, yet so far from finally being who she is. Unafraid, free from the shadows that haunt her. Every breakthrough is marked by the fear of losing everything, but every smile shared is a reminder that being herself won't hurt her. Join Nora on her journey to acceptance and the freedom to be who she really is.