Dear diary,
Fuck my life. I broke down again and self harmed after how many months of being cleaned.
Today's reason is, my fucking stupid 'dad' complained about the things that are broken around the house and I felt like it's all my fault.
He was so mad. He's really unfair and ignorant and insensitive and all those stuffs. I just wanna die to end this fucking miserable traumatic life.
I did everything I could to kill myself. Hanging, slashing my wrist and thighs, choking, overdosing. (I do this a lot.) There's only one way to guarantee my death, shoot myself in the head.
That would be impossible since I don't know where my dad's gun is located but once I get to know where he hides it, adios bitches.
I'll be finally free from all these bullshits and crap. I'll be finally resting and watch them suffer just like I did. I really want them to live in trauma and fear of losing another child. Lol.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
RandomThis isn't really a story but I will be writing here whenever I had a breakdown or depression is killing me. Feel free to read if you're also struggling like me.
