Prince = F. Prince was part of his username when I met him.
I know,
I know.
Imagine the embarrassment I feel about it.
Now that that's out of the way,
I wish I wrote more about what was actually happening to me around this time, because there's a lot I forget. As you will soon discover, there's a hyperfocus on bOyZ and less of a focus on what was going on. Which I think I've improved on since back then, but there's also plenty of reasons why you'd disagree on that.
The events around me were so ordinary to me, that I didn't feel they were worth writing about. Especially in regards to my parents and the bullying. It'd been happening for so long. Also I didn't think I'd be looking back over this journal 12 years later, trying to remember what happened. Because I didn't think I'd forget.
This journal was written during my senior year of high school, and I was 17.
My Mom used to go through all my stuff. Nothing ever felt like it was really mine; she could just do whatever she wanted with my things. Notably she took off the door I had to my little vanity room, and removed the curtains I had, without talking to me about it at all. It really bothred me.
Hence the first page.