Dear diary,
Great! Another day gone down the drain I cut again. My thigh, hip, hand. I don't know where else I can cut without it showing. 0 days clean.
I don't see why the stupid doctor didn't admit me if I'm obviously a danger to myself. I tried to go to the hospital again but these people are idiots.
I'm so friggin tired of everything, I'm tired of pretending I'm alright, tired of putting on a show, tired of being strong. I'm just so exhausted!
I need someone to take my mind off of everything. Maybe someone on Facebook will catch my attention and me theirs. Not very possible, but hey what's the harm in wishful thinking right?
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RandomMy diary. The boring life of an "invisible" teen in college. AKA my life.