27/5/ 2019
Who knew the boys hated me. I didn't till they blindly admitted it. Wish that they could like me. I am still shocked that I cut myself at first then I did it again and, it felt good. But why, Why did I start again. I really don't know and I don't think that I care anymore. I'm just a waste of air and space.
I hope that the boys realised what they did. I don't know how much longer I will be here much longer. And if it were a joke they can say I took it to seriously or they can think about what they said. Because if they forgot I used to cut and harm myself. But then last time Michael saw me about to comit suicide, but he helped me. But why would he help someone he hates.
Why?...
I fill you in again tomorrow journal but till then.
Forever yours,
Ashton
So in case I forgot to mention it swaps between diary entries, letters and reality.
-EJStar568
