My heart was beating loudly with the force of frustration, anger, and anxiety on my shoulders. It was all I could hear. The beats seemingly vibrated the walls around me. I was bounded in a chair. Oxygen wasn’t fluctuating into my lungs. I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could do was watch. They couldn’t do this, could they? I only kept wishing it was me. That I was the one being...

Journals are meant to be for writing down feelings, right? So, here I go. This is me. Everything that I have. Vulnerable to each and every single one of you who real this.I'm a jealous person. I'm jealous that I don't have things I need like other people do. I don't have a car or braces for my teeth. I'm also jealous that I don't have material things, too. I don't have awesome clothes and...