Rock Bottom

January 23rd, 2008

Dear Diary,

“Sometimes, life gets screwed up, and it feels like the end. But it’s not. Once you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up. You just got to keep going. Never give up, and be persistent…”

This is what I tell everyone that asks me how they should turn themselves around when it feels like nothing can get worse.

I can’t be sure if I’ve hit Rock Bottom yet. I can’t be sure if I’ll start climbing up yet, or if I should brace myself because I’m about to fall a lot further.

He wants a divorce. She wants answers. I want it all to stop. This is what’s going on in the Davison house hold.

Everything is falling apart. All I ever hear anymore is yelling and screaming downstairs. I’ll be upstairs, the door shut, and my music as loud as it possibly can go, and I can still hear their fighting. And my music can be really loud. Yeah… it’s that bad.

And my “friend” and I still aren’t speaking to each other, and it’s all over a stupid instrument.  This is so wrong…

Sometimes I wish I’d never been born.

My name is Emily Davison, and I’m praying I’ve hit Rock Bottom.

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