Dear fucking diary,
I am so sick of living, breathing, talking, seeing. No one understands how I'm feeling, I feel like I'm screaming and no one can hear me. I feel like I can never tell anyone what's happening. Mom said she will beat me if she sees anymore scars...I guess I just have to hide them like always. My mom said I was a piece of sh*t daughter. My dad said I'm a sorry sister and my sister makes me feel bad all the fucking time. My dad made me give my mom my Valentine's gifts it's was just a bear and 2 flowers. My sister got two big bears a box of chocolate, a box if m&m and flowers cool right. Today's all the shit that's happened that equals...death. I'm gonna wait until everyone's asleep tonight... goodbye
