Dear. Diary,
Entry one eh, Well I guess they would have to start somewhere, I wont say to much of my past most was a lie anyways. I really am not one of those, let me tell you my problem people, maybe thats my problem I can't talk to people about my issues, to them i'm this over happy person that has no issues in life at all. Once I attempted to tell a couple people about an issue I was having, I can't really reember what it's was but the look on there face said it all, they didn't know how to deal with me when I was not smiling, so from then on I kept it in.
My father called me yesturday, the father who told me I was no longer allowed in the house with him and his alcohlic wife, cause she was scared of me, the father who i stuck by with when he was dating the girl from hell, the father who decided to take away my dog cause he was mad at me, yeah that father. He got me an appointment for a therapist. Shocking thing is when i asked for one before he pushed it off like it was nothing, now that he thinks I need it from something else hes all well sure there nicole. I really hate that.
By now your probably thinking wow, awesome father...but really its my mom, see she thinks im some child who doesn't notice, who didnt notice she left my dad cause she was cheating on him for 6 months or that she has been cheating on her new husband of 6 months for 3 months, Me and my brother Brian sat her down so she finally told the truth, and then added a we are moving in with this man soon, Shes leaving Randy (stepdad) cause he can't "love her" anymore. I just can't look at her anymore.
Can't think to write more.
Write Soon
