(Hey, just a note, I'm trying to rush these out right now as I don't have much time so maybe three or four parts tonight and then never again! BUT ALSO, maybe just this and nothing ever again. My motivation is at an all time low, life doesn't matter anymore, WHO CARES. nobody. >w<)
(This is basically just a journal for a character of mine who I definitely do not use to put my feelings out there.)
What the actual fuck happened today? No idea. I can barely remember anything ever. Right, anyways, I got this shitty book a few years ago after begging my mother for it - used to be obsessed with diaries and all that bullshit - and now I'm writing in it as my therapist told me journaling is good. Can't remember how, as I wasn't really listening, but eh, whatever.
I started to go to therapy about, what, two weeks ago? Wasn't my damn choice either. My brother saw some shit I said to my friend, then decided it'd be best too search through my phone, so now we're here.
I will say nothing of what was on that phone.
Ok, I'm tired, I've written enough.
Fuck off and die.
<3
9/14/24 12:03am
(yep nvmd i give up in this i can't.)
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Aiden's journal.
General Fiction|| Discontinued after 1 part. || Aiden is any other suicidal trans boy. Of course he fucking is. He's not special. He knows so too. He starts a journal which quickly comes to an end, as he decides committing suicide is a great idea. 8 entries. At le...
