Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

It seems that I'm never good enough. I'm always left alone. I'm always replaced by someone better.
And at this point I'm used to it.
I'm so used to being alone.
People always say that I have to see the brighter side to everything but honestly I feel like that bright side is long lost in my life.
I feel sick, but not physically. It's something inside me that's dying...dying little by little every day. I tried to fight it but I'm weak.
"It's all in your head" the doctor said.
But isn't that worst? The fact that it doesn't have a cure? The fact that you can't just take a pill and make the pain go away?

I've been going to therapy for months now and all they do is tell me that everything will be fine, that I will make it through this...but how do they know?

I can see my mother's glossy eyes, she's disappointed and hurt.
Who wouldn't?
I've hurt everyone I love...I've disappointed everyone who once believed in me.

Dear Diary,

I can't do this anymore.