|November 22nd, 2018
|4:22pm-4:28pm
"I am...an idiot. I tried to take a nap and I said I was going to but I just ended up crying. Nothing really happened. Besides yesterday. I only cried about that for a small bit but held in the rest. I didn't want him to know I was crying. Which is why I was glad the call ended. I could sit there in my sadness without having to worry. I feel bad though. I tried to see my mom today, he shut and locked the door in my face before I could. That's okay though. I saw her yesterday so it's okay. My head really hurts. It never has hurt before. Until recently. My appetite is also completely gone. I can't eat. If I want to, it goes away as soon as I lay my eyes on anything. I can't eat. Not without feeling sick, not without feeling guilty, not without just hating myself for it. My mom isn't helping either. She keeps commenting on my eating habits and putting me down for being how I am. I guess she is right though. I do this to myself and I'm an idiot. I go on my stupid rant account everyday. It's useless, I only let two people follow it. It's the dumbest shit. I should stop pouring out my feelings for people to see. I think I'm gonna try and nap again. Hopefully I don't cry again."
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Non-FictionI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
