I really hate myself. I spent half the day crying like none of my friends even care about me. What's the point of living if no one even wants you around?
I guess there isn't one.
My friends constantly ignore me and I just wish I had someone who cared if I was doing alright or not but they don't. Could you blame them?
Who wants a friend who's always down on herself?
Who wants me around? No one. I wonder if I could ever get away. Every time I think my depressions gone it makes a surprise guest appearance and now I just wish I were dead.
It doesn't even matter what I think.
After a bit of consultation with myself and a couple of friends, I've decided it'd be best if I kept living.
Felicia said I should quit underestimating myself and that I've left my mark on my friends. When I die, I may not have a global legacy but one upon my friends nonetheless. Chase said I've left my mark on him and he'll never forget me.
And then I realized I should treat myself better, put myself first. Maybe even contemplate not dying every waking hour of my life and learn to live now.
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My Journal
Non-FictionTHIS ISN'T A STORY!!! This is a journal of sorts, if you wish to know about me. Everyone's names will be changed for anonymity purposes.
