Dear Diary,
Today, nothing happened. It's Saturday. So, naturally I have nothing to do. Sleep til noon, eat a sandwich, sit around, maybe ride my bike, climb a tree. Or, like today, sit and listen to music. I skipped lunch, even though I was hungry. I didn't care; I just didn't want to eat. I drank a cup of water. When dinner arrived I made a small soft taco, ate, laid on my bed after. Listened to some Neon Trees, and The Killers. Took a shower. And now, I'm about to sleep. If you're curious why I do so little, it's just ... well, I'm not sure. Depression, loneliness, and lack of self-motivation. I guess you could say I've been having a "shell of a time". Ha, get it? Because I'm a shell. It's so funny I almost forgot to laugh, heh. Sorry for having this entry a bit short, I just. I feel there is nothing to talk about. Like I always say "it was just another lonely day".
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James Everson
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Dear Diary
General FictionThe diary of James Everson. Are you wanting to know the life a lonely depressed teenager? This is the story for you. As said, this is a story about a depressed 18 year old. Struggling in life. If you like slice of life stuff, this is for you.
