January 5th,
Dear Diary,
Well, Well here we are again, I am still alive how nice of you too notice. If you “Accidently” Take an overdose of medicine, that would not be considered suicidal. Right? Yes it would….
Have you ever really thought about how fragile life is, how it can be gone in a split second that moment can cause heartbreaks, other suicides, mourning, etc. But in my case there would be celebration. Well give them, whoever they may be, and the celebration. They deserve it and so do I.
Is it sad, that a gay guy can’t get a girl out of his head? Just everything about her draws me in. Her beautiful eyes, the long rivers of blonde hair falling delicately around her thin build, her smile full and pure as she laughs with him at school. Please Stop! Please! I was so sure of who I am! NO DOUBTS THERE ARENT ANY ROOM FOR DOUBTS!! I am who I am.
Life is getting difficult, much far greater than before. With the older I turn, the days older, there is always more sadness, more grief, more hatred for myself and the world. It’s tearing apart the bits and pieces of heart that I have left.
Why? Why does it feel like I’m dying inside when I know I’m not, even though I wish so much that I am? Why does all the pain that has been stored the past 16 years feel like it’s pouring out of my system, like its ready to leave but has nowhere to go, causing the pain in my chest when I see myself in the mirror, when I see the ugly freak in the mirror.
Bye…
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Unloved
HorrorThe 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!!
