8:33am
I don't want to be told 'I love you' by someone. I want to be treated like they love me. I've had enough of people saying they care for me but don' act it. Actions speak louder than words after all.
1:43pm
Sorry your daughters not perfect anymore, mum.
4:34pm
How can you be tired of something you've never experienced?
5:54pm
It ruined my life in the most perfect way possible.
9:12pm
Contantly torn between the desicion to get therapy or to kill myself.
10:03pm
Tired of being ignored b my own fucking 'friends and family'.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary... *January 2015*
Non-FictionThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.
