The Diary Of A Dead Girl

sinking

Do you know the feeling? The feeling that your not good enough? Like you could dissappear within seconds and no one would notice, let alone miss you? I felt like this. I always did, but today just seemed worse, I'm not sure why either, I felt like I was sinking further into my own mind, which in my case wasn't a good thing.

I was laughing at myself for the cringey diary entry that day. It had been 11 months and 16 days since that day, and I regret nothing about the events that took place either. 

Okay, so.. I should say hi. I'm Lexi, I like art and music and of course diary writing. I usually write in the morning, I know, odd right? But it's just something I had done. I'm a 17 year old college student who hasn't got a clique, I sit under the huge oak tree and draw, every day. Since I started college. Tedious, lonely, and oddly satisfying. Well yes, I am normal, as normal as it all gets. Oh wait, I forgot...  hahaha I should probably tell you, I'm dead. Yes, that's right. I'm dead, and I was killed, killed by the students that were in my class on the 8th of June. But we will get to that later, I mean, you do wanna hear a story right? The story of my childhood and my problems? No? Yes? Well, I think you should, because this is the story of how a girl took her own life because of words, because of what people said. I know, stupid right? But I don't mind, I hated my life anyway.  Like they all said "I deserved it" but did I? Sit down, get comfortable, because once you hear my life (and death) story, you might be glad, be glad your not in my shoes, you might be sad, maybe because you see yourself within the words of this book, or even regretful, perhaps it's because you've done things to other people that would push them over the edge. I'm not sure, I don't know who you are or how you feel, but that's why I'm here, or more why I'm not here. To tell you how fucked up some people can get, even over the smallest things.