((Trigger Warning: Cutting and suicidal thoughts))
Wednesday, June 21
Dear Journal,
He found out. The man I love found out I love him. I kissed him, he kissed back. It was a mistake, the best mistake of my life, the worse of his.
We told Thomas, he understood. I had a panic attack, he tried to help. I'm thankful, but yet I'm damned to hell.
I don't love him anymore.
I've convinced myself that.
I promised him I didn't.
I'm useless.
I have no talent.
I don't have a reason to live.
No one loves me.
Then he came here too, this man. He forced me to do things I can't write about, with my close friend.
I don't deserve life.
I'm 0 days clean.
I used to be 34.
I'm pathetic.
J.J
