Diary Entry 1:
Dear Diary,
Let me introduce myself. My name is Korra Danverse and my home state is in Hawaii but not for long. After I got back from school, my mom and dad had a conversation with me. And let me tell you, it did not go well.
“Hello Sweetie, how was school?” my mom asked.
“Good” I said.
“That’s great honey I’m glad” my dad responded.
From then, it looked like a left turn. They started talking about how they loved me so much and how their divoirce had absolutely nothing to do with me but I feel like it did. My mom explained to me that we would be moving to California in the summer and it was May! I just started sobbing and I ran to my room.
“Korra!” my mom yelled.
But I just kept on running.
The following day, I put on a bright face and went to school as if nothing had happened. My friends chatted with me as usually, I had the same sad lunch as usually, and the same amount of homework as usual. Inside, I was destroyed, my heart aching, my muscles flexing, my face saddened. After several weeks, my mom announced to me that it was time to move. I packed my bags without a word. When we reached California, my mom registered me to Salmon High School.
That school became my worst nightmare. On my first day of school, this group of girls made fun of my clothing saying it was “weird.” That gotta hurt a 17 year old girl. I took the insult and moved on about my day. The following day, it was even worse. These girls started following me and taunting me and verbally abusing me. It came to the point that every night, I would cry in my covers thinking dark thoughts. One afternoon, I took a sharp knife, went into the shower and slid my wrist. I started bleeding out until I lost consciousness. My mom found me early enough to save me. I was hospitalized for several weeks. Diary, I’m ashamed to say but I at the moment, suicide seemed like the best option.
After that event, my mom and I moved back home but obviously in a different city than dad. My mom felt change for me was very fragile and I needed stability as much as possible. Everything seemed back to normal. Only now, I saw a therapist every other day which helped me mentality and emotionally. Time for my session.
Till we meet again,
BN
Dear Diary,
Let me introduce myself. My name is Korra Danverse and my home state is in Hawaii but not for long. After I got back from school, my mom and dad had a conversation with me. And let me tell you, it did not go well.
“Hello Sweetie, how was school?” my mom asked.
“Good” I said.
“That’s great honey I’m glad” my dad responded.
From then, it looked like a left turn. They started talking about how they loved me so much and how their divoirce had absolutely nothing to do with me but I feel like it did. My mom explained to me that we would be moving to California in the summer and it was May! I just started sobbing and I ran to my room.
“Korra!” my mom yelled.
But I just kept on running.
The following day, I put on a bright face and went to school as if nothing had happened. My friends chatted with me as usually, I had the same sad lunch as usually, and the same amount of homework as usual. Inside, I was destroyed, my heart aching, my muscles flexing, my face saddened. After several weeks, my mom announced to me that it was time to move. I packed my bags without a word. When we reached California, my mom registered me to Salmon High School.
That school became my worst nightmare. On my first day of school, this group of girls made fun of my clothing saying it was “weird.” That gotta hurt a 17 year old girl. I took the insult and moved on about my day. The following day, it was even worse. These girls started following me and taunting me and verbally abusing me. It came to the point that every night, I would cry in my covers thinking dark thoughts. One afternoon, I took a sharp knife, went into the shower and slid my wrist. I started bleeding out until I lost consciousness. My mom found me early enough to save me. I was hospitalized for several weeks. Diary, I’m ashamed to say but I at the moment, suicide seemed like the best option.
After that event, my mom and I moved back home but obviously in a different city than dad. My mom felt change for me was very fragile and I needed stability as much as possible. Everything seemed back to normal. Only now, I saw a therapist every other day which helped me mentality and emotionally. Time for my session.
Till we meet again,
BN