Diary of one last summer

Diary of one last summer

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Hello, my name is Natalie and this is my diary, Dear Diary, I am 16 years old and I decided living life like I never did, enjoying the moment, laughing till it hurts... You see, I never actually treasured the feeling of living. I thought that as long as I am breathing I am alive, right? I mean what else could life mean? Anyway my life was never an interesting one, that kind of dull life where nothing really happens. If I were to die right now I wouldn't be able the say it was worth living. But this summer, the summer of my second year in high school... I decided to make it different. Why? Well I thought 'what if a burglar breaks into my house and kills my parent and even me?' If I were to live, dealing with the pain of losing my parents would be hell and I don't know if I would be strong enough to survive it. But if I were to die, I would regret not living my life. I know I have weird thoughts but with them, the summer of my life started and with them, it also ended.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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