Life was dark, well at least in my opinion. I write to you journal, not for
the safety I have in you, but to speak back to all the people who think I'm
just trash. I'm not, if I am then why exist. What kind of cruel joke is
that? Really. So I ask you journal I want you to give me a sign that I am
either the trash everyone believes me to be or give me a sign that I am
special and worthy like I think I am. I want you to tell me everything that
is truthful, because for once I don't want lies that everyone else tells
me. Thanks, I know above anything that you'll at least listen to my
problems.
Sincerely,
Hayden A.

11/15/15 (My 15th Birthday, Yay!)

I intended for all the sarcasm to be there in the birthday thing, but
honestly that is all I felt towards that dreaded day. I don't even want to
exist anymore, but somehow god (If he even exists) himself has yet to smite
me down, so all I can do now is wait for that joyous day. Why can't
anything ever just go my way once?
My chestnut brown bangs swept over my forehead almost like they are mocking
me. Just great. So this is what my life now consists of. Writing in
journals, looks like my life has purpose.