Journal Entry
January 7th, 10:47 PM
You know what I just realized?
Today's my birthday.
I turned 18 today.
Wow.
I don't feel older or wiser...
In terms of birthdays... probably doesn't take the cake.
Get it? Cake. Birthday cake.
I'm hilarious.
The letters are done. At first, I wanted to make them sorry. I wanted to make them regret things but... I just hope they don't feel responsible.
I'm stalling.
I guess I'm still deciding.
It's not the first time I've thought like this... but...
I had people to talk me out of it last time.
People think everyone gets depressed now and again. Those people obviously haven't actually had depression.
Neither have I. At least, not that anyone else knows of. I never talked to Mom about how I felt and I never got a diagnosis. It's not like it's an easy thing to talk about. What was I supposed to say? Hey Mom, I wanna eat battery acid for breakfast! Can we make waffles instead? It's not like Mom and I were ever close... I can't tell her anything.
I think I'm ready.
Just...
Not yet.
I'm still scared.
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