I've decided to start a journal. The last time I did that I was 9 years old.
I've just realized that I cannot bottle it all in, but I also can't talk to someone face to face. I am a coward, I suppose.
I am Brittany. I am a teenager. I am going through life either being told that I am a young adult or that I'm a child. Surely, it is possible to see how someone could get confused.
Today was actually a good day. I haven't heard from my father at all, but other than that it was great. Second day of school, lots of fun.
I haven't fought with my grandparents and haven't seen my older brother at all since this morning when he left for School of Choice.
Hopefully tomorrow will be just as good.
