Dear Diary,
Well, life has taken a turn for the worst. I'm slowly slipping away, like a balloon I guess you could say. Yes, a lot like a balloon. It's like emotions are air and I'm a balloon, I'm slowly getting more full with air and I'm holding it in. How long until I pop? I'm not sure. If I do pop, hopefully someone finds my pieces and fix me. Hopefully.
My mother took me out of school today... Said I'm not in a good state to have to be dealing with everything. I'm only allowed talking to family and my counselor. My mom found out my secrets... Y' know, my big secrets. The cutting, suicidal thoughts, bullying, attempts of suicide, those secrets. She cries daily now, it's like a routine. Should I feel guilty?
What do I do? My friends don't really talk to me anymore... They think that I'm crazy and need help. Do I really need help? Ugh, I don't know anymore. Life is just difficult. Why can't there just be some one out there who would listen... Who would help me through this hellhole...
I'm slowly breaking Diary. Falling apart, loosing the broken pieces. I know I'll never be the same, I will change. This experience will change me. I just wish I knew when the good part of life starts. I bet many people do, many people a lot like me.
That's all I have. Until next time, bye Diary.
