Dear Diary,
Ashton came into my room again, but it was because I was screaming. I was having a nightmare, and I guess I was pretty vocal about it. I never really had these nightmares before, but they creep me the fuck out. I was too weak to push him away today. He said it was because I haven't eaten in 2 days.
He cares for me and I hate it. I don't need caring for. I'm better off dead anyways. Ashton rubbed my back, but I wasn't crying or anything. I was just laying down, my back facing him. He still rubbed me though. It didn't feel soothing. It felt cold. I was still cold even though that annoying piece of shit rubbed my back. He should just move in with his girlfriend and leave me the fuck alone. I hate it here. I don't want to be here, and I don't just mean Ashton's house.
Don't wake me up again,
Michael
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