August 16, 2012
Day one
Dear "diary",
First I want to start off by saying I'm being forced to write to you.
I'd like to think that I am to manly to have a "diary" so I'm going to call this a journal. I'd also like to name you. I guess it would be easier to act like I'm actually telling someone who cares my problem rather than a piece of paper. Or perhaps I should just call you "friend". I quite like that, having someone to call friend. Lets start this over shall we?
Dear "friend",
Let me introduce myself. My name is Troye Cavery, I'm 15 years old, I live in Cali. As for my physical appearance though, I'm keeping secret. Everyone judges why would you be different? I'm basically known as the "loner" , "freak", or more commonly "the emo kid who tried to commit in the 7th grade". That's right, I've tried to kill myself. Not a big deal really.
Why did I do it? Why should I stay alive when inside, I'm already dead? How did I do it? I piled pillows around my head to muffle the sound, and then I shot myself. Who found me? My 6 year old brother, who was 4 then. How did I survive? Instead of the bullet going straight through my head, it jerked and went through the side. So here I am. I'm not going to try it again. This is a horrible first entry, maybe Tomorrows will be more interesting.
bye.
-Troye
