Dear diary,
I'm just sick of life.
I'm sick of hating myself so much. I'm sick of not being good enough. I'm sick of fucking everything up. I'm just sick of breathing.
I'm done with getting told to go kill myself and to die in a hole more than five times a day.
I'm having problems with my so called "friends".
At home I'm constantly getting blamed for everything. Everything's always my fault.
I can't deal with my depression and anxiety anymore. It's gotten to a point that I can't control anything that happens.
I'm falling deeper and deeper into my depression.
I'm just done. I'm giving up. I'm sure no one will miss me.
Goodbye!
