(This is fictional and doesn't pertain to my own life, for the most part)
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Monday, December 26. Time 2:43am
I lay here in bed. Zoned out. Lost in music. I feel as if I'm drowning. Downing in my thoughts that is. I believe I'm the main cause of my depression. I sit here wallowing in my own self hatred and pity, not doing anything about it or doing anything to help myself. But why help yourself when no cares or helps.
Time- 2:58am
I lay here in bed, taken away from my thoughts. They're at it again. They fight day and night. He doesn't even live here any more, just come for the drama. But I don't care it's my "moms" fault for allowing him to keep coming. I hate saying mom. She was never a mom, and he was never a dad. I've been alone almost my whole life. I bet my sister is still out being the hoe she is. I do hope she's being safe. Nobody cares for me, but hell I care about them. Another reason I'm depressed.
Time- 3:24am
I look over to see something shine in the moonlight.
No, not tonight. I just don't want to do that again right now. I say to myself looks at my best/worst companion, the razor blade. My "father" bought it before he left "Good luck" he told me. I still don't understand why he bought it or why he said good luck.
Time- 3:37am
I suppose I'll sleep before I do anything incredibly stupid. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings~ Glade I'm on break.
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I Didn't Want This.
RandomI have no clue what this book will be, all I know as of right now is it'll be depressing and talk about sensitive topics.
