Dear Diary,
its been a while...i would say I'm sorry but I'm really not. i got called fat again. this isn't anything new. after everything. So I'm sitting here with my tear stained cheeks and to much on my mind. with my blood filled wrists and thighs. the only thing i can deal with doing. i do this to live. if i cant die then this is the closest thing i can do. i do this to mask the pain in my head. the thoughts running everywhere from personalty to appearance. i wouldn't say this if i didn't really mean it but i wish i was back with josh. so maybe then i could finally feel happiness again.
sarah
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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...
