The Diary Of The Weak: My Journal

3:58-5:16 #27

I'm so depressed.

I'm so tired of acting happy and pretending that I'm not broken.

Three of my friends saw my fresh cuts today.

THREE.

Can someone come and kill me now?

On top of me relapsing, my boyfriend has been acting like a douche when he's around his friends. It's really bothering me because he called me a whore in front of his friends today.

I cut pretty deep last night. It hoes all the way up my wrist, almost to my forearm. When my friends saw it, two of them knew what it was and the other one acted like it was the cat when she knew it wasn't.

I hate my life so fucking much.

I couldn't even fake a smile today! My boyfriend kept asking me what was wrong when it was mostly him.

I'm just so sick of everyone telling me that I have it so easy when they don't know anything.

Why can't I just be normal like everyone else? Why can't I just be another 70 pound girl who has every guy falling every guy falling them?

Well, I'm going to go. Bai.