Torn Up

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So I've realised that everything I write up here is a reflection of my own life. It's become my diary now, and I don't know how I should feel about that.

It's really helpful to get everything out of my system under the preset settings of it being fiction, but by treating it as fiction, it isn't getting any better.

The truth is, I'm depressed, at least according to the symptoms shown on the internet.

You may think I'm just seeking attention by posting this online. If you do, that's up to you. But I needed to say it. I'm past the point of caring, anyway.

I want to keep this going. It's helped me cope with my depression, since I can't talk to anyone in my normal life about it. I'm not being stubborn or daft by doing that, I have a reason.

For now, at least, I want to keep that reason to myself, but I wanted to clear something up: this isn't a story anymore, it's a diary, and for the few of you that are reading it, I want to thank you for reading complaints about a pathetic bitch like me.

I would still like to keep this going, but I really want it to be treated like a story. I will play the role of Deidra Bresal, an entirely fictional character who is nothing more than a representation of me.

Thank you.