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Our truest life is when dreams are awake

A page in the diary "A week On my anti Depressants"
Written by Bella500 June 1, 2010 00:38

Dreams something so close to your heart. As part of my homework I have to write a letter to the one person who meant the world to me but who also with words felt like they striped my soul. My grandmother such an awesome lady so strong and smart yet felt so judge mental of me and I never felt that she understood me fully I know what see did and said was out of love but what she thought meant so much. I never forget telling her what I wanted to be and her looking me dead in the eye and saying you and every other girl it crushed me . I remember her looking at me with the look of disgust and tell me I looked homeless who dressed me, making me read out loud and yelling and humiliating me when I couldn't do it . I was just a kid it wasn't my fault I tried everything I just wanted her to accept me . I loved her so much I just wanted her to tell me she loved me for who I was before she died