The Diary of A Suicide Addict
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Entry One- 4/14/2009
Two days clean, my therapist thought it would be a good idea to start a journal.
I've been craving to cut again, but I do want to become clean for awhile. The bullying is getting better, or I'm just getting used to it. It's hard to tell. My dad still hits me, my mom still is getting drunk, my brother is still no-where to be found. I'm losing hope. He ran away and left me with the Devils. I used to hope he would come and take me with him, but he hasn't. I'll write soon, dad is yelling for me, that's never good.
-Clara Heartmen
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