The next day at school

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You broke me. Are you happy now?

I still can't believe it. The universe is cruel.
I still don't understand why they'd go and talk about me behind my back. I mean, I sorta understand. I'm not the prettiest. I'm not the skinniest. I may not be the funniest. But I thought I was at least okay.

I just don't understand where I went wrong. What is wrong with me?

The bullies have noticed my moods. They took it to their advantage and won't stop picking on me. They figure now that I'm emotionally weak and friendless, it's the best time to make their moves on me. Physically and mentally. Calling me names, punching me, throwing me around, they make sure I remember I have no more friends left to defend me. I have nothing. No friends.

I became very depressed. I wasn't in the mood to do any of my usual activities. I was always tired. Waking up in the morning felt like a big hassle. I didn't wanna go to school, since I knew all that was awaiting me was a bunch of bullies and bullying but I didn't wanna stay home cause my parents are always screaming at me because of my grades slipping. But I honestly don't care anymore. I don't study. I don't do school activities. I don't go to parties and sneak out all night like normal teenagers. I don't wanna do any of that stuff. I just wanna sleep. Because sleeping is my only safe place. The only place where the world is good and no one hates me.

Because living is hard.

Friends are pointless, they all leave.

No one is actually your friend.

Happiness is fake and overated.

Life is pointless.

So why live?

What's the point of living?

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