Dear Diary,
Today at school I tried to eat. I couldn't pick the food up. Everyone stared at me like I was a monster. I am a monster. My brother made fun of me at dinner. Then he got mad. He tried to shove the food in my mouth. I ran into my room crying. I locked the door so he wouldn't come in. I hate him. I hate everyone.
Especially myself.
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Melissa Rezman closed her diary and cried into her pillow. She didn't want her family hearing her. She knew what they would do.
She put her hands under her pillow and hugged it tightly. She felt something sharp. Her razor. She was about 3 weeks clean. Should she break her streak tonight? She gripped the sharp blade, but decided against cutting.
At least right now.
(A/N: Hi friends! This is a new story I'm working on. It will have a happy ending. Or will it? You'll just have to read to find out! This story is not intended to make people cut. If you do cut or commit any other form of self-harm, please seek help. Thank you for reading, love youu)
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Random"I wish I could disappear. Then I wouldn't have to go to school. I wouldn't have to go to the place where everyone hates me." _______________ Melissa Rezman is 16 years old. Due to some terrible people, she has dep...
