my diary

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It's the 18th December at 10:44 pm.

My day was ok. I was at home and tried to relax. It actually worked and I was kinda proud of me that I managed it. I made some playlists today with songs that helped me to feel better. I listened to one of them while I was sitting on my bed. My window was open so I had some fresh air in my room. I love moments like these.

But then my parents made that feelings die. We went to the car and I haven't heard what they had said to me before and suddenly they got very angry. They screamed at me that I should fucking listen when they're talking to me and that I'm selfish and some other mean things.
Well sorry that I need to do everything that I'll feel better on my own because both of you are not able to make me feel better when I'm struggling.
My mother is not doing good at the moment and she complains about it literally all the time. Bitch, I have fucking seriously suicidal thoughts and never complain about them.

Anyway, we bought a christmas tree and then we went with Odessa for a walk.

Next week is Christmas wtf I haven't even realized that it's December yet.

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I started cutting on my other leg today.

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That's it for today.

See you next time. Byeee:)