Anxiety
And all the sudden I saw everything around me turn black as a hit the dirty floor. But that’s not the beginning of the story, not even close uh yeah... My name is Eva Mary Detilla The 3rd. I know it sounds lame I guess it’s like something in our family. Whatever. But anyway I am fourteen years old and I live with my mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and my seven year old brother. His name is Stan.
June 28th 2017
I have a secret that I haven’t told anyone. You guys are in for a treat since you are just this ratty journal that my mom gave me to write in; something to “express my feelings”. Okay so I have this phobia where I feel like I can’t leave my own house. It’s called Agoraphobia. When my family does drag my out I always feel that something dangerous is going to happen, something bad. Some people misunderstand this phobia as being afraid of open spaces but really it’s way more complicated. I get scared of places that are difficult to escape and full of people. I really don’t want to tell anyone about it mostly because I don’t really have anyone to tell. I mean sure my family is great I really do love them but in the Detilla house hold the world revolves around Stanley since he is the baby of the house. So I am pretty much left in the dark. Yeah no but my family really has no clue. They think it’s just some teenage thing from the twenty first century where all we want to do is go on our devices and sit in our rooms. Sure I mean playing Trivia Crack on your phone is fun but come on; Isn’t it just a little strange that I spend my summer in my room rather than going outside with some friends that I um don’t have…. Well I did once, she was my best friend we did everything together until she ditched me some popular crowd to get into trouble and hang out with boys. Ew. So now i’m just some nerd that is always picked last for group projects, the one that eats alone at lunch and worst of all the teachers pet. But I mean guess you can call all my A's my best friends.
