Dear Diary...
Today sucked, I just wanted to lay down and relax but my mother was being a complete bitch. Ah my mother the fucking insane woman that I have to live with. Although for only two more years which I hope go by fast. Just breath. I get to angry when I write how I feel in this fucking journal. I wish she knew how I felt when she acts like she owns me.
Today is like mom day where I only write about her and how pathetic she makes me feel. Some days I love her and most days I want to run out of the house and disappear for awhile. will I go? After I turn 18 I'm leaving this house. The house of hell. I just feel bad for my siblings although one got out she did it all the wrong way, the way where I've wanted to go out. But it didn't work.
I started to smoke, I'm only 16. What the hell am I getting into? Who the fuck knows but it calms me down and kills me a little bit by every inhale. I don't cut myself anymore. Which I'm sick of myself and what I put myself through. I was dumb and needy. Depressed and alone. Well as alone as a 13-15 year old can get.
I blame my mother for my pain, pain she doesn't know that she gives me...
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
Mystery / ThrillerI wont tell you my name but I will tell you my story. You can give me a name, a face and a voice. But I have my own and this is my story.
