This chapter is one I made up. Some things are from my personal life, and things I just made up. Enjoy!
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Dear Diary, I've tried so hard to fix this and fit in. But I've come to realize, all I do is just messing things up. All I do now is make everyone stressed and angry with my pressence. Why? Why do I always do this? No one knows but myself, how much I just want to die. End. Completely. There's just times where people tell me that I'm a coward, worthless, stupid, fat, ugly, anorexic, bitch, and much more. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I guess I just do.
Oh Diary, I just don't know what to do. Appologize to everyone is just making me seem like a baby. But not doing it, I seem rude. What do I do? What, oh what? Why can't I just fit in?
Daddy hit me today. He left a big old bruise on my eye. And says I was just made a mistake. After my Mom died, he's been like this. She's been gone since I was 5. I'm 16 now. Every day it's just hard to get up knowing she's gone. Same for my dad, but I don't know why he takes it out on me. The names he calls me are just the same as the other students, but a parent is suppose to care for you. Or so I thought. And if not even my own daddy does this, I must really be a coward.
I cut again today. It's mid-May. I'm still wearing sleeves. I have the cuts in so deep, all the way up to my shoulder. I slice it so hard, it's the only reason I know I'm alive. The oozing blood just gives a sensation out through my whole body. As tears roll down my face, I'm smiling for once. I love the pain so much. It makes me feel so much better. As I run out of room from me arms, I move to my thighs. Look at what a living monster I have become.
This once, innocent girl, gone. Gone right before your eyes. Never to be back. Never.
Dear Diary, I killed myself tonight. The words were too much to endure anymore. I took my daddy's advice. He handed my the rope, and I did it. I looked out at the moon, and whispered "It'll all be over soon." So this is it world. Goodbye.
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Depression Overcoming
Gizem / GerilimBasically, these are my stories of my own life and experiences of depression. There are also some poems in here from other people or myself or just little clippings of stories. You can also message me a story you'd want others to read, and I'll post...