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. :)
Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity)
This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's.
I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age.
I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself.
I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.