My name is Catherine and I'm sixteen years old.

I never knew my parents because they died one month after I was born.

I live with my alcohol addicted aunt. She doesn't abuse me in any way, but seem to care about me in any way either. But she has good intentions.

Me and my best friend Alexa have know each other since the age of three and have always been together.

She's the only person I've ever spoken to in my life.

Yesterday my aunt decided to move me to another school because we aren't financially stable enough to keep paying for my current school. I really don't mind, as long as she's okay.

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My aunt is currently downstairs, talking to her best friend Gracie on her phone. They are most likely talking about her 15th break up.

I really do hope she finds someone better. All the men she's dated kept using her for her body. She truly deserves better. I know I can be a burden, I've never actually had a conversation with her. How come I feel comfortable around Alexa but not my aunt? Life is so confusing sometimes.

That's it for my journal entry, Hopefully tomorrow will be more exciting and eventful.