Dear Diary,
Hai. I get to go to the carnival with G and I think T today!!!!!! I hope she's talked to him about kissing me. If not oh well. I cut again this morning. I was about to break down in front of my mom. Here's how it works, I cut and focus on the physical pain so the mental won't bother me until I let it. I rarely cry over physical pain, I always cry over the mental. My depression is a lot worse than it usually is. I don't really know why, but I can make a few guesses. On second thought I can't. Oh well. For the depressed, life seems to be just black and white. There's no gray area in which any sort of happiness can be felt. I feel so weak right now, mentally and physically. I don't why. I can barely walk, I can barely think. I'm so tired of everything. Why won't it just end?
Artistically yours,
H
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Dear Diary
SaggisticaFirst you should know that the original details were a lie. I did that because I kinda didn't want to risk my mother finding this book. Now that I have precautions I can say that this is my diary. Yeah, sorry for all the grammar mistakes and languag...
