Dear Diary,
Hello. Everyone tells me to stop putting myself down. They say that I'm "beautiful, amazing and talented". How am I any of that? Every thing I call myself is true so when they tell me to stop doing that their basically telling me to lie. I'm sick of lying. I'm just a lying, cutting,monstrous, freak. I wish I could see myself the way others see me, but I can't so I find it very hard to believe them. I just want to lock myself in my room with my art supplies and never come out. That's all I'm good at, art. I'm shit at everything else. I suck at tennis, I suck at singing, I'm failing math, and I'm barely holding A's and B's in my other classes. As for amazing, no, just no, amazing people don't cut, hate themselves, and are happy and beautiful/handsome. I'm none of that, so you can X that out. Life just sucks and it goes to slow, I wish it would hurry up and end so I don't have to fucking feel like this anymore or put up with constantly being attacked by my family or just random people. Hardly anyone likes me or no that I exist. I don't mind, I almost wish no one knew who I was, but at the same time I want to keep G. Why does this shit have to be so hard?!?! Guess that's all for today, I don't feel like writing more so bye.
Artistically yours,
H
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Dear Diary
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...
