I don't know how to feel about life anymore, I just want to end it sometimes. I can't do that though, I have stuff to live for. Like my older brother(s) Tucker and Owen and my two younger brothers Jackson and Colton.
My mother and grandmother, My aunt(s) and uncle(s). I have people that "care" about me, the thing is..I don't "love" myself. I would rather have my dream body and not cry every night/day.
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I belong in a Asylum, I talk to myself and I hear/see/feel things I do not like. There are some figures that just stand there and stare, but others like to move, touch and talk to me. It makes me uncomfortable, people (like my mom) say "Just tell them to go away", I can't do that, I'm not powerful. I can't just say "go away yuh spook'e bitch", I have to wait and wait and wait...
Sometimes it would be hours and sometimes its seconds. One time I waited a whole day for just two to go away, and they were the ones that moved, they followed me around. I tried my best to ignore them but I couldn't help it. Now they won't stop following me, I have to sleep with them by my bed, I wake up to see two heads just slowly turn around and stare at me. The only place they don't go is the washroom. I now have depression, I'm only twelve turning thirteen in december, currently it's October 13, 2022.
YOU ARE READING
.My Diary.
Randomthis story is based off of my life and all of my secrets. The only reason I am making this a story is because some people find it hard to tell others, so I am showing people it is ok to think/feel what you think/feel..<3
