Welcome to this book of bitching, rant and pretty insulting things, this is a book of self-understanding, even from the horrible things I said to people, which can make me regret up until today.
This is the story of my life, things that happen.
It's literally a diary, as the title implies!
You can read my bipolar thoughts, feelings and problems involving, love, school and friendship, between other things.
If you feel like you might be having any of the problems contained in here:
•Stop reading, for your own good.
•Ask me for help, I'm always here.
•Say nothing.
Most of this is depressive things, but there are also some parts that involve happy thoughts.
This book contains subjects about: self-harm, suicide, self-hate, depression, etc.
If you don't like any of these do NOT read.
In any way, it's up to you if you want to read!
I don't have an specific day I update, though I normally do at night, but it's just when something happens and I want to write it down.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy ^*^ <3
"Stupid minds are the ones who walk the simple paths."
-Unknown
"One something is truly lost, one can never get it back."
-Ciel Phantomhive
"The darkest places are the ones in which demons hide the most."
-b.r.g.
"Believe in your strengths, believe."
-Happy Mask Salesman
#45 in Non-Fiction 07/05/2016
Update April 2017: People change. And I'm doing for good. I'm learning, I'm improving. I finally am finding myself. Don't be afraid to look for you. :)
CRINGE WARNING!
First book I ever wrote on here!!
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"Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun."
I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest.
They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted.
People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'.
I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy.
Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1
Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8
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