Tuesday, 9:55
Dear Diary,
Today has been AWFUL, yesterday too. I feel so miserable and helpless, it's like I'm picked on by my parents. They get harsher and harsher, which brings memories from when I was bullied. For two school years. The bully was in my class for those two years, and I was young, so I'm pretty sensitive. My mom threatened that I would go to a foster home, and hit me with the back of a brush. I have no meaning in life, what's he point of it? Having to deal with stress all day with a fake smile on my face? Guess so. Because that's what I do. I don't like being alone. I'm not the only one dealing with this, some have dealt worse. But to think of all the horrible times in my life? Too many to count. I don't like being lonely, but I am, and I hate it. No one that I know understands me, how I feel, except very few I can list that I remember. No one at my school, except one to five people feel what I feel. I don't like this feeling. It makes me feel like I'm worthless. Like there is nothing I can do to end my suffering, except two things. One, run away, which is what I wanna do, or two, suicide, which I don't but do want to do.
From, miserable
