All I can say now is worst. Day. Ever. The jocks came to me and beat the absolute shit out of me in the back of the school. Bruises everywhere cuts everywhere. The world really just wants me to die already huh? What have I done to deserve any of this? This is why I go to therapy for this shit. I have things I want to accomplish in life and this is just pushing me over the edge. My mom asked me where I got these wounds from but I couldn't tell her where, so I told her I fell. But she knew it was a lie. I still told her no. I wasn't going to tell her. She worries too much for me. I love her. I wish she didn't worry for me so much. I wish i was normal but I'm not. I'm just a dead beat nobody who doesn't deserve the breath of life. But hey, it's just the way it is you know? I can't believe I'm still writing in this fucking journal.
-WD
-december 20 2017
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Prom Night (yandere x reader)✅
HorrorThese documents were found after the murder of y/n l/n. We've found the journal of suspect, Will dameron who've documented a series of stalkings of y/n l/n. We suspect he had a crush on her, but the reason for the killing is still yet to be discover...
