Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

**Josephine St. James** Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:56 pm

I found this old thing in the boxes in the attic. I don't usually like to write anything down because my thoughts are no one's business but right now it feels right. I want to talk to someone but people don't get it. I haven't seen my therapist yet but even

can't help me. I don't think anyone can unless they know necromancy. I'm really starting to feel alone here even though there are always people around. At the same time, the feeling of never truly being alone is starting to get to me. I just don't know what I want anymore. I don't know who I am. I know I'm trapped and most times I'm okay with that. But lately I'm starting to really feel those chains and they are fucking heavy. Maybe I'll really go mad one day throw myself down the main stairs for the hell of it.