Dear diary,
So my mood is horrible. Honestly I think Jack doesn't like me anymore. I'm nearly positive he doesn't love me. I know he cares but I doubt he likes me. I honestly just wish he'd tell me if he does or doesn't anymore. It's stressing me. I'm listening to do I by Luke Bryan and the lyrics are fitting my thoughts perfectly. Part of me believes I'm honestly just too fucked up for love. I don't know. I'm honestly in one of my depression moods and trying to find one good reason not to kill myself. There's no one honestly that's even talking me to tell me not to cut let alone kill myself. It's funny people say they care but they are really never there when you need them. Hell not even Jack will answer. Looks like I'm not that important to anyone at all...
-Allie
