My diary <3 (And Other Things)

My diary <3 (And Other Things)

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Welcome everybody. This is my diary (and other things) I will write almost every day (or so I plan). / my psychiatrist told me to keep a diary and how I thought of making it public (clearly without my personal information). / I want to let you know that my native language is not English, so I apologize for grammar errors, I appreciate if people correct me to improve <3. / Warning: This diary is about my life and clearly my thoughts will be there, which are not very healthy. For people who are sensitive or who do not like topics such as depression, Self-harm and others, it is recommended that you do not read it. / P.S: even if you don't like what I write and you want to comment, please do it from the respect <3
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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