How do I feel right now?
Upset.
Upset is an understatement.
I feel angry, betrayed, broken.
I feel hurt.
I find myself currently hating myself, the situation in which I now find myself, and everyone who's put me in this situation.
Why do I feel this way?
My phone just got smashed.
With a hammer.
I hate my life.
The reason why I'm in this situation is because of a series of unfortunate events that took place this evening. Long story short, my mom believes my phone is the reason why I'm a demon, so she took it away from me with the use of violence.
She also threatened to leave the house, and said some other crazy shit too, but that's not important.
My phone.
It's basically the reason why I still exist. I ought to have committed suicide a long time ago, but my phone distracted me from all the insane things in my head. It gave me a reason to exist.
Speaking of suicide, the name of this book/journal/diary should've been suicide note, but I thought death note sounded cooler and catchier, and less suspicious. People might just think it's a critique of the movie.
And for the more serious part of the whole suicide thing, this book/journal/diary serves as my "thirteen reasons". It's gonna be my vent book, detailing all the shitty things that made me take my own life, if I eventually do. I realize I may not seem like the depressed teen I am, because of my mode of writing, or something, but as this book goes on, y'all will see what I am going through.
Well, that's all for now. It's time for me to go and cry myself to sleep over my impending loss of joy and soon, the will to live.
I may or may not write tomorrow, but if I do, then anticipate tears. TTYL
YOU ARE READING
Death Note
Non-FictionIn my country, people who are homosexual are criminalised. People with mental illnesses are seen as possessed, so they are demonized. Those who are gender non-conforming are seen as a disgrace to their family, and a menace to society. Giving the nex...
