her words.

her words.

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Jan 17, 201631m
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TRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped away the mascara and tears that were running down her face, gathered up what was left of her broken family, and turned to leave. I ran my hand over the lock and watched as a piece of paper slipped out from the diary and fell to the ground. I slowly bent down to pick it up and read the words that were scrawled in Aimee's familiar handwriting. "Remember that key I gave you a year ago? Use it." • • • this story contains coarse language and a girl who struggles to move on without her best friend.
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This diary consists of short 1 month period. The girl, Emma confides in her feelings, her thoughts, her day and her tragedies. There are going to be twists and a really sad ending. Live this one month with Emma. Understand the kind of woman she is. "It's 1st of December, 2012. I received this thick black spiraled diary as a gift from my late mother. She always said that this diary would show me more patience than people and I should write my heart out when there's no one special enough to listen... to confide in. It was my 12th birthday. I'm 16 now and guess what? I really don't have anyone to share my crazy thoughts or stupid feelings. If I ever start doing it... People would assume me mentally sick and tie me to a chair and start stuffing me with aspirins and sedatives. And that's definitely not the way I want to go down. So, I'm just starting to write in this diary until and unless I find that special one to share everything and nothing with."

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