November 5th
Dear Diary,
Okay here we meet again, yes I want to kill myself, and sorry with the whole begging thing yesterday, for someone who is interested with pride like me. Begging is sad. Well let’s begin my story
My parents each had committed suicide almost 5 months ago; this is because of me unlike what my fucking idiotic counselor keeps telling me. Sure they had shitty jobs, sure their marriage sucked. But I could tell from the look in their eyes the long 15 years they were alive, for my life that is, They never loved, despised me at that. I was just one of those mistake children that wasn’t supposed to ruin a summer romance, Forcing two people not meant for each other into marriage. They both were in love that summer, just that summer. After me it all went downhill. Fuck they hated me; imagine being a 3 year old child being deprived of love and nourishment. To watch them sit around drinking till they were sick, yes did I mention they were very active drunks? They didn’t give a crap to how I was doing in school, or health, or even to just talk to me. WAS THAT FUCKING TOO MUCH TO ASK?........
Sorry, sorry I’m getting off topic. Well they sucked, my parents sucked. Blehh... Sorry I must go my stupid aunt says it’s time for another “Doctors appointment.” God I’ll be lucky if that man doesn’t send me to a place for loons… Bye
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Unloved
HororThe Anonymous diary of a suicidal who wont commit suicide and trys to conivice anyone to do the deed for him, but he might not always want the job done. Things change. Let me know what you think of my fictional story!!
