Dear Diary~
So I feel like garbage. I feel like nobody cares. Whenever I go into the bathroom I look at my antidepressants and think about who cares about me, and then in the mirror. Not only do I think nobody cares about me, I am physically repulsed by my own body. I hate it. But I can't get better. My therapist says to focus on my good attributes, but it's easier said than done when I can't see any good attributes. I'm probably just gonna die before my mental health gets better. My dad is being super annoying and petty and is taking my mother to court. I don't think living here is good for my mental health. I don't want to live at my mom's house or my dad's house. But I can't leave, so I'll just put up with it like I do for everything.
Sincerely,
Yours Truly
01-25-2020
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diary
Randomdepressing. I have no idea why I made this other than I feel like garbage. My therapist said to write a diary.
