Its a diary entry. Im aware of the grammar and misspelled words… This is being typed on Wordpad so I dont have spell check. It goes from being 12-18

"Dear Diary, Im wirting in you because my counselor told me I needed to have a diary to write down everything I have been threw every emotion every anger in my body. Its been six years. Six long, dreadful, painful years. All because, Ryan moved when I was twelve. We knew each other since birth. He had gorgeous, soft brown hair and eyes blue like the sea. There was nothing that could seperate us. We never got into a argument. It was like he was my angel sent by god. My perfect friend. He moved because his dad got a new job. He was the only one that would stand up from me. Yes, I do think about him. I do alot actually. He moved away when we were both in sixth grade. We had ever class together but, one. I had drama he had band. On the day he left he came into the drama room and asked to talked to me. I got up and walked out of the room and outside. My school was cool, they didnt care if we did this. As long as we came back. Ryan sat me on a school bench and said "Im leaving now,". I couldnt bare looking into his gorgeous eyes. "Yeah, I know. Try not to forget about me," I said starring deep into his eyes that I thought i would never see again. I started crying holding his soft warm hand. I couldn’y bare it, I wanted him to go. This was hard enough seeing him go. "Oh I couldnt and I promise at eighteen I will come back down," he said to me while putting my short red hair behind my ears. He then pulled me in and kissed me. I watched him leave that day. Watched him get into the truck and pull out of the parking lot and out of my life.

When Ryan first moved I cried for weeks. I couldn’t stop thinking about him but then I met Beth and Gina. Beth is so pretty and short like me. She has long black hair and beautful brown eyes. My other friend Gina had short blonde hair and stormy blue eye’s. The day I turned thirteen and got a birthday card from Ryan I relized how much he meant to me and how much I really needed him in my life. I started doing drugs at thirteen to try and forget about him but nothing worked. I got the drugs from some senior in college and dont remember where or why I even did that. Then at fourteen I tried hanging myself but, as I put the noose around my neck my friend Gina came in. Thats when I relized that she cared but the word "RYAN" always came back in my mind. I became really suicidial. No one ever knew that. When I started high school at fifteen I starved myself. I would make myself throw up just so I would be skinny and sexy. I did it so the men at the school would like me and would think I looked attractive but, it didnt work. They just threw food at me and called me a cow.

On the day of my sweet sixteen Gina surprised me with a girls day out. I found myself happy again. I was found the old me was back and happy. That is until a drunk driver hit us and caused us to go to the hospital. I was luckily there for a week with only a few bumps and bruises but Gina had to be taken off life support. I watched her die. As I looked at the monitor go to a straight line I knew i was alone in the world. Yes, I know I had Beth but, she was two years younger than me which meant I was a sixth grader and she was a fourth grader. Other than that I had no one. I ended up dying my sweet light brown hair to black and pink. My parents stopped talking to me. Hell I even cut myself a few times. Nothing, seemed to end my pain.

I turned Emo at seventeen and was now angry, sucidal and I did drugs again. I even went to jail for two months. I was caught selling drugs to kids, Which I will never do ever again. I was eighteen when I finally relized I needed to change my life. My hair is now back to normal, I have my life but my family still thinks of me as a freak and slave. Im treated like shit. Of course that dosent change the fact that I dont see Ryan but, I still only have Beth, no one else wants to be my friend.Well its late and I havent had dinner yet. Its hard for me to eat after everything I been threw but, I try. Im going to meet Beth for lunch tomorrow. I will write in you later. Bye," Cattie wrote all of this down in her diary, wiped the tear from her eye and then sat it under her pillow and layed her head on her pillow.
this does get better I swear it turns into a romance,
ok you guys dont live where i live…yes kids do kiss at 12… My sisters best friend kissed at 10…Plus I may change it to on the nose.
i ot over cooties when i WAS 8
got over……..