May 24th, 2015
I'm so done you guys it's not even funny. I can't take it anymore. My life's just falling apart piece by piece. First off, I'm in pain because six people that I foolishly trusted decided that they'd beat me up this week. D'Anna if you're reading this you know exactly who I mean. They're names are Miasa, Jackson, D'Anna, Dominic, Joey, and David. I've got to say, having my ribs practically beat into my lungs and every punch and hit doesn't hurt as much as the betrayal I feel. (And D'Anna don't you dare even tell me you didn't do anything.)
I'm wearing sweatpants, also known as give up on life pants. I don't care that it's 80 out, I gave up on life and I'm going to show it. Just four more days, and I'm done. I won't have to talk to them for 3 months. Oh yeah school ends this Friday. I'm tired of lying to myself and saying that things will get better, because they've only gotten worse. I honestly don't know what to do anymore guys. Any suggestions?
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It's The Thoughts That Count
SpiritualThese journal entries were extremely private to me, but I want to show them to you guys in hopes that it will boost your self-esteem and confidence. This book if for. . . *the depressed *the anxious *the misunderstood *the lonely and most of all...
