Sorry for the long wait. Stuff went on but I'm back with new ideas and yeah so heres the story. I don't own anything.
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"Thoughts"
"Talking"
::Diary Entry; Number One::
Great. Just great. I just had to say "It can't get worse then this". But oh no. It can. And now. My life is turning upside down and I feel like breaking down. You see, I'm not your normal 14 year old. I've been through shit most teens shouldn't go through. Or do. Alright well. Long story. But I have time to tell you. You see; one of my very best friends Jeremy has commited suicide. Him and I have been friends since third grade. And we were dating too... We lasted ten months and a day. Then the next month after we break up, I go to his house to stop by and what do I find? Cops. Caution tape. Jeremy's dead body being put on a stretcher. Trust me, not a nice sight to see. A couple days later was his funeral. Apperantly he hung himself. For what reason, I don't know. No one will let me know. Faggots. But anyways, after that, well I was depressed. I'd cut, I'd cry, I'd do drugs. And all that time I thought yeah life can't get any worse. Well thats when my parents found out about everything. How? I don't freaking know. But it's messed up. They send me to thearopy and the nutjob tried to get me to take depression pills. Like hell if I'm going to start those. I already used to take pills. I'm sick of them. And since my parents saw that whatever they did wasn't working, they decide to send me to live with my aunt and uncle who live across the nation. New school. New life. New begining. New people... I hate it.
My name's Bulma and this here, is my story of how I came to a new town with nothing but a troubled past and transform into someone I would never had expected to be.
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Yeah its a short begining. But it'll do for now. Chapter One should be out by the end of this week.