Dear diary,
I feel so alone and scared and sick. I feel like I'm gunna throw up and cry. My stomach and throat hurt. I honestly hope I do throw up. Maybe I'll be less fat and more beautiful.
God I'm so scared. There is no one to talk to. I just woke up and all I can think about is the blade going through my skin. The beauty in the blood pouring out watching as the cuts get deeper and deeper. Oh how beautiful a sight. But it scares me I think like this. I don't want to cut honestly. And I am determined not to I'm just scared. And I have absolutely no one to talk to right now.
-Allie
