18 Months

What I’m about to tell you is true. I don’t care if you believe me or not, because it really doesn’t matter. The truth will still always be the truth. I’m not even sure why I’m bothering to write this anyway, because I doubt anyone will ever read it. No one ever wants to hear what a girl like me has to say, even if it is for their own good. But, the fact is that I have a bunch of anger that’s poisoning my heart. The poison needs to come out of me before it’s too late, and since I have this notebook and pencil on my lap, I’m trying to let it out through my words.