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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Love you! Bye! <3

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The Diary Of The Weak: My Journal
NonfiksiHer name was Zoie. A simple girl brought down to her knees, begging for mercy. Begging to be let go and be set free to live her life without shame and disgrace. Never did she know, that it would last a life time and never end. This is the story of a...