Chapter 3:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Dear Diary,
I am writing again tonight because I think a lot before I go to sleep.  I have started to keep a notebook and a pencil beside my bed at night because I often need to write so it goes out of my head; so I can sleep.  
Tonight I was thinking about how some adults treat me.  They treat me better than my own parents do.  I like the way other adults treat me, but in ways it just teases me.  It makes me want my parents to treat me that way.  It gives me an amazing loved feeling.  I mean I always have a loved feeling from my boyfriend, but this is different.  It’s a family loved.  
I wish my uncle John, or aunt Tina, or cousin Robin were my dad or mom.  They treat me so good, and they are really nice and caring.  They worry about how I am doing.  They ask my parents about me a lot.  Robin offers to get me out of the house, but I don’t want to anymore.  She doesn’t understand that every time I leave, it kills me to come back.  It’s like holding candy in front of a little kid.  Look how nice you could have it, and then show them reality.  How can I love and hate something like this?  
I just wish my parents wanted to spend time with me.  I wish they cherished me like my more distant family does.  I’ve told them they go out all the time.  I’ve told them I want them to stay home.  That I wish they would stay to do something with me.  I’m just not as important as the club, or the alcohol.  I wonder if they just hate being parents to me and just want to be free of me.  They never could give up anything when they had kids.  Whatever made me hope for something so far away?
My problem is that I’ve always been a hopeful girl.  Even when they always let me down.  I keep letting my hopes get high, and even though I know the thing won’t happen, it still hurts when they kill my hope like it doesn’t mean anything.  
I still sometimes say, or tell myself, that I’ll stop doing anything they could yell at me for, but that’s a lost cause.  No one is perfect, and I know I can’t do nothing wrong for that long.  I also know that no matter what I do, to them, alcohol and their fun in life will always be more important than my own.  
I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have to go now.  Mom and dad are home from the club, and they can not read this, so goodnight!  Thanks for listening again!  J  

Love, Thursday, June 24th, 2010.  11:50 pm
Abigail  


Submitted: June 25, 2010

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DearDiaryWriter

I apologize for this chapter being so short! I will have another chapter up later tonight :) I am writing it right now! Thanks so much for reading and commenting. It really means a lot to me :)

Fri, June 25th, 2010 8:35pm

dantana

:( poor girl

Fri, June 25th, 2010 10:06pm

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yeah, its pretty crazy that she's been through so much.

Sat, June 26th, 2010 12:11am

Brii Morris

I feel really bad for her. I agree with dantana. Poor girl.
:(

Sun, June 27th, 2010 12:48pm

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It is really sad.

Sun, June 27th, 2010 6:02am

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