It's the 26th of November. I don't know how much longer I can hold up in this fucked up world. Right now there is only 1 person I can count on. He's awesome. I'm never gonna be pretty like a lot of girls out there but he makes me feel pretty. That's why I like him, he's my best~friend in so many ways. But he'll never know.
Ever since 5th grade I've been getting bullied. Every night eventually cutting my legs. The boy, he cuts too, and he wants me to stop. He is 14 and in 9th grade. I'm 12 and 1/2 and in 7th grade. I don't know why we're friends but I love him. We talk everyday, every night. But that's okay, right? His girlfriend is one of my best friends, a non self~harmer. Yesterday we all went to the mall, she invited him. They'd chase after me, all around the mall. He and I would like joke around. He'd joke around with me and I'd do the same to him.
He'd even light a lighter by my hair. NO ONE touches my hair. No One!
I just wanted to tell you about yesterday. Probably the best day ever.
I've never met my dad before. But I have an awesome step dad. My mom is amazing and she loves her kids the same individually. We've all got different dads except the two youngest. I have two dogs. They're amazing!!! I like to sleep. Actually I love to sleep. But yeah. So I just wanted to start this and say something. Bye.
Sincerely,
Me.
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The Diary
Non-FictionI'm gonna tell you 5 things about myself. 1. I'm a self-harmer 2. I love my friends 3. I'm a loner 4. I love heavy metal bands 5. I LOVE music.. A LOT. Sincerely, Me.
