Hello. This is a collection of my deepest thoghts that I extracted from my old dear friend diary. I don't know why I decided to put it down on the internet since it's so personal. If I would guess, I would say two reasons: first it's because I want people to read it after I die and second it's because someone might relate to it so they wouldn't feel so alone in the world. Whatever. Here's some warnings:
Excuse my english if it sounds kinda weird, it's not my native language but I feel very comfortable writing in english – maybe it's a I-have-a-problem-opening-up-in-a-clear-way thing.
I have BPD (borderline personality disorder) and since it'1s a diary/journal it might be a... Harsh reading. It may bring up themes like suicide in a very trivial way.
I'm fine. I'm not killing myself. Don't worry about me.
If you relate to any of my depressing shit – even though I said I'm publishing it to kinda comfort people that might feel like me – you should seek help. Seriously. You don't have to deal with it by yourself and actually you can't. Talk to you parents, friends or anyone you feel comfortable with and go to a professional. Please.
That's pretty much it. Oh, and... It gets worse.
