Dear diary, May 14,2014
I feel kinda stupid saying that but it actually kinda helps.So what's happening so far is that I'm in my bed writing this.But its 1:12 AM and I can't sleep so i minus well tell you about my night mare.
*DREAM*
I was in the middle of the Forrest and I'm alone and all you can see is trees and the sun everything else seems blurry.then out of the blue sky a very familiar looking man comes down from the light.He looked so familiar,then it hit in all the pictures I've ever seen it was the real thing.My dad.
My dad died when I was just eight months.He was shore by a greedy crook who was mad because my father refused to pay him.It was awful because he died protecting me.Then when I found out i didn't know how to take it so I just stayed there on the spot and just cried and cried.
Anyways back to my dream.
When I saw my dad he had a disapproving look on his face.He said that I was ugly fat worthless and ect.In the middle of his "lecture"every tree was closing in the sun was looking away and it was just the moon me and him.Then he became huge and pick me up and threw me to the lake and the roots and stuff down there started pulling me in.
Then I woke up.
(A/N;comment what you think about it so far)
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Monsters
PoetryI cut myself for the first time ever and it was painful in a good way.It was July 38,2014 at about 11:00 p.m I was sitting on the toilet with a razor that was formally removed from a shaver.I just felt so alone so and I didn't know what to do.
