Dear Diary,
I didn't mean for what I said yesterday to sound like that. I was just scared. I still am, but I'm done being weak. I'm done. I had a literal razor, and I still have my metaphorical razor. My mind is my razor and my heart is my wrist. I let my depression, regret, and anger rule over my life, and I'm done. I don't want to end up dead because I was weak and died over lies. If it ever turns out that the very thing I fear is true, then I'll do something with my life. Now I'm just going to enjoy being selfish and having someone to love and who loves me back. I will get better so I can finally stop shoving away the one person I want most to stay. I know I'm shoving him away, I'm not trying to, but my mind rules over my heart. So I keep everyone at arms length. Well I'm done, I'm going to pull G close and never let go. I'm not shoving him away anymore, I'll keep him close and treat him like he deserves. I'll be better and I will stop putting myself down even if it takes years to fully recover, I will get better, just so I prove to myself that I'm not that far gone.
Artistically yours,
H
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Non-FictionFirst 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...
