Hey guys.
I'm sorry I haven't written in a long time, but I'm actually going to recover.
I haven't cut in about 2 weeks and I'm proud. Dad found out, and now I'm starting to recover. It feels good to not be smothered with sadness.
I've been happier and more social lately and I'm so proud of myself for being strong and pushing myself to get better.
Currently, I'm sitting in my room listening to Sleeping With Sirens.c; Kellin Quinn in my hubbyyyy.
My boyfriend and I are at 3 months now and he makes me so fucking happy. Omfggggg,unff.
I'm gonna go cry over hot Johnny Depp was now.
Bai, babies.
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The Diary Of The Weak: My Journal
Phi Hư CấuHer name was Zoie. A simple girl brought down to her knees, begging for mercy. Begging to be let go and be set free to live her life without shame and disgrace. Never did she know, that it would last a life time and never end. This is the story of a...