I've started this over about 8 times. Eight different times, I've tried to sum up who I am and why I'm writing this. The truth is, it doesn't matter who I am. My identity is entirely irrelevant. And as for my reasoning behind publishing my thoughts.. well, I need to tell someone. Going to someone I know isn't an option. I'm not looking for sympathy, I'm not looking for validation, I'm looking for a place to vent. That's it, nothing more, nothing less. So yeah, that's it for introductions. Welcome to the part of my brain that I usually keep a lid on.
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The Published Diary of a Sad Girl
Non-FictionIt's all in the title, really. Just some of the things that bounce around my head, put on display. TW; suicide, depression, anxiety, basically a ton of mental illness. And probably cursing. If that is something you're uncomfortable with, I wouldn't...
