Another year I've been alive, another year I've wanted to die. No one even knows my birthday, when when it was , yesterday, I slept it away. My first day of highschool was last week, I actually went and it was horrible. I've never hated anything other than myself more. Recently I've developed a new hobby, some may even say it's morbid. But I enjoy watching my blood run over my skin, and I love the pain. I'm not stupid though, it stays on my hips and I watch it trail down my leg to a pool at my foot, it also gives me a sort of high. The drowsiness that would follow too much blood loss I presume but that's okay, the only thing in years that been okay.
It's been 2 years since her death, we'd be free and happy by now, but I'm just as worse. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of everywhere.
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It hurts the most
When the person that made you
feel the most special before
Makes you feel like nothing now
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I miss her.
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Brave
RandomA little girls diary entry of her big sisters diary entry's, each paragraph involves the whole day of the day her big sister Paige's diary entry is on. I won't lie, it's a bit depressing and has a lot of random depressing poems I got off the interne...
