✓ | 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ( ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵉ )

one

wednesday, june 25th 2020

dear diary, 

i told mom about my depression and anxiety today. she said it's just a phase. i'm so mad at her right now. it's not just a fucking phase! 

anyways, corbyn got me some pills earlier. i still can't believe he's the only who knows about my feelings. 

i really need to tell the boys. they probably won't care, though. they never really care unless it's jack, but he's perfectly fine! i wish we could just trade lives. he deserves a bad life, anyways. 

i've always hated him. he's never done anything good for anyone! he gets all the attention. it's like he's the president, or the queen of england! 

corbyn keeps saying i need a therapist, but i really just don't feel like it. i don't need therapy. i don't need to spend my money on something i don't need if i'm gonna kill myself eventually. 

i just can't take it anymore! i hate everything. i hate myself, i hate my family, i hate this world. 

i want to fly away. to another world. where everything is better and everyone is happy and everything is perfect. perfect, i tell ya. 

oh, god. jack is coming. i'm sorry, diary. see you tomorrow. 

- daniel