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Hi journal. Or diary. Whatever. My mom thought it would be a good idea if I kept this journal, diary thing, to…cope, I guess. I’m supposed to use it - or, you - to basically write out my problems.
Stupid I’m Max. Maxine, technically, but everyone calls me Max. When I said I’m gonna write out my problems to you, that basically means I’m gonna write out my life story. At least, the last few years. Hell.
I have a new big brother, Billy, and his dad is now my dad. Legally, at least. Guess that’s how it works. I don’t like to call him that, though. I guess he cares about me, but he has a funny way of showing it. So does Billy. Especially Billy. He makes my life a living hell every chance he gets, I swear. My mom is so smitten, for some reason that I will never understand, that she doesn’t notice that I’m never happy. She never checks up on me or anything anymore.
We used to both be happy. But now? It’s just her. I don’t even know if she’s truly happy, either. But at least she can fake it. I can’t. Why should I? I have no one to fake it for.
Jeez. I really am writing out my shitty life story. I don’t see how this is supposed to help.