Jessabelle isn't okay

I smile but I'm a "Are you okay?" or, "you look tired have you gotten sleep?" away from bawling. The music doesn't help anymore, neither does she. She was my life, my entire life, now we are strangers. one more problem. I can't help but think she was the tape holding me together, but now? I don't understand myself. I think I'll skip next hour of class, I.. I just need a little um me time? I am so stressed, the blades are glaring at me from everywhere.... I've been so good lately I think I can trust myself again... maybe. I don't know for certain though I have been pushed and shoved so much today, ever since we started school really. Possibly the worst part is it isn't the girls, it's the boys, I am completely powerless. The amount of times I have been called a dyke, today alone, would set anyone into a downward spiral. Nothing can be done, but I have made peace with it. I'm getting better, I'm not as sad, hell I am happy. 

........These were the last words written in Jessabelle's journal so listen, while you have an effect on everything and everyone, not everybody says what they mean and not everyone means what they say.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I like the direct and honest feel about this story. Emotions are so much more intense at that age and you have expressed that well. I can remember vividly how making and breaking relationships took over your whole being.
Well done,
Alan

[Bloggergirl29]

Thank you so much I enjoy putting as much expression into my writing.