Dear Diary,
So I'm looking in the mirror and I can't help but notice everything about myself. I'm not skinny, my hair looks like crap, my eyes look like dirt, and my clothes never match. I'm such a wreck i can't keep a relationship, I can't hold a conversation, hell I can't even get out of bed. This is my life. I'm starting to think this is how it has always been and i was too oblivious to realize what a piece of shit i am. maybe this is who I've always been. this is how it's going to stay... maybe it would be better if i wasn't there. i just don't see the point of being here anymore.
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Dear Diary
RandomI've been living with this thought in the back of my head for as long as I'd remembered. The simple thought of a cold barrel against my head and my finger less than inches way from ending it all. That is the thought that keeps me here everyday. I k...
