Dear Diary,
I didn't go to school the next day. Instead I stayed at home and cried.
I cried about many things. I cried about my dead mother. I cried about my dead aunt. I cried about my dead grandfather. I cried about my ex best friend.
I also cried about my wrist, because it hurt a lot and I couldn't cut it no more. So I cut my thighs instead.
Sincerely Broken Girl.
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Sincerely, Broken Girl
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