my diary

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It's the 11th December at 9:50 pm.

I had a good day. I spent the day at home and I learned Maths literally the whole day and I understood everything. I was proud of me.
I finished my whole homework and made some playlists.

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As the evening went closer, my suicidal thoughts got louder and louder. I did some skills but they didn't helped really so I don't know what else I could do. I even thought about telling my parents so that they can call an ambulance but I can't. I have my Maths exam in a few days and I need to do that. Maybe I'll cut myself later because I feel like cutting. My arms are hurting very much but I don't care. I need to feel that pain. Yeah, I know what you think right now. "Omg she's really sick." Yeah, I guess I am. It's not nice for me to be like that. To feel like that. I'd never thought that I'll end up like that. I'm disgusted of myself. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

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That's it for today.

See you next time. Byeee:)