I wish it was easy to talk about how I feel In person. The words never come out right or I forget what I'm even talking about. When I write about my feelings and things that happened, makes it so much easier.
I have a relationship with my mom that is unlike the normal happy. It's the opposite. Some days I just want to punch her right in the mouth but I know I'll just end up in jail again.
My dad died when I was 3. I never even met him. He ran away when he found out my mom was pregnant. All I know is that his name was Robby and that he hated everyone . No wonder I'm no fun.
I only have one very important friend. She's my rock and I could never give her up. I wish I could show her how much impact she's had on my life. If it wasn't for her, I would be long gone by now.
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No FicciónThe diary of a suicidal teenage girl . Read how her story influenced her to feel like death is the only way to be happy again. Entry added every night
