Dear diary,
Emptiness. Emptiness is all I can feel. The void feels like home to me. The silence is like music to my ears. Death is just the escape I need.
Tsukasa said that bottling up my emotions was bad and I should let them all out. I disagree. Bottling up your emotions is something I'm already used to. I've been doing this process for years now.
Every little tiny scratch I make on my own skin just feels great. It keeps reminding me of how much of a bad person I am and that I should be dead, yet I'm not to my own disagreement.
Why am I like this...?
I don't seem to be able to understand such simple yet complex things...
I wish I was successful all of those years ago. I wish I had granted my bullies wish just like I granted my disappearance from their life.
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Mafuyu's Diary
Non-FictionDepression is not an easy thing to deal with. Some take it as a mental illness, something that can mess with the host's brain, like a puppeteer pulling the strings puppet, while others tend to think it's just something that strived among teens to ga...
