The Diary Of The Weak: My Journal

6:41-7:59 #21

I am so done. And I mean it. I'm a wreck and everyone knows it.

As you can tell, I'm pretty upset. I've lost friends, been judged, and feel like the one person who is suppose to care doesn't give a flying fuck about me. I have really bad news too. I guess I'll tell you after I'm done with this rant.

I haven't been friends with one of the girl's I thought would never judge me. She's been turning my only friends I have against me and it's breaking me. I've been getting more and more depressed lately and it feels like I'm falling apart. That goes along with the terrible thing I did tonight.

My best friend, (one of the only ones who knows I cut), judged me so harshly today. I asked her if I should tell Liam, (my boyfriend), and she said that I shouldn't because he'll think I'm a freak and weirdo. I guess that means she thinks I'm all of those things. God I hate life.

Liam, (my boyfriend), hasn't been talking to me as much as usual. I have no idea why, but he slightly avoiding me. I hate it, considering I care about him a whole fucking lot.

I guess now is the point where I tell you what I did.

I cut.

I know what you're going to say. "Cutting is bad! Stop and tell an adult!" but what you don't realize is that it isn't easy to stop. It takes a whole hell of a lot of will-power to even get the courage to recover. I relapsed and I'm so tired of being that quiet and sad looking girl in the corner. I'm so fucking sick of it.

I'm in the middle of doing a report so I have to go. It's due tomorrow, so I have to finish.

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