Dear Diary,I write to you again. It is to you, dearest diary, that I confide that I am scared. This is first time I have ever been truly scared. I pretend that I am not. But I am scared for me, my family and my friends. Will this depression ever end? Father says yes. But I do not see the end in sight. Must I suffer forever or for only a little more? That, dear diary, is the question that interrupts everything. I can not try as I might find the answer. I pretend to be brave though. Today Sally told me, ''Michelle it is okay, be scared.'' And guess what I told her? ''To be what you are not is quite hard.'' I think she along with other though can see fear throuth the shell I am wearing. But if I take off that shell I am afraid I will sink into depression along with many others. My fears are selfish,for myself not for many others. But can they help me even if I am selfish. Please let them know that I am scared and being a young girl I dont know what to do. What am I to do, dearest diary?
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