My mom said that we're probably going to move in a year...
I wanna die...
You know what, fuck this!
She's the one who signed me up for theater so that I could make friends, but then the second I do, she wants to move.
And what about my therapist?!
I'm not going to just switch therapists. I don't need to readjust to a new person. I'll just not go to fucking therapy.
I'll just put the suicide prevention hot line on speed dial.
Fuck everybody!!!
THIS IS WHY I CAN'T GET ATTACHED TO FUCKING ANYONE!!!
FUCK HER!!! STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!!
I'm tired of not feeling secure in my living situation... I'm just tired... I just want to go to sleep and never wake up...
I can't keep writing this, I can't even see what I'm doing because I'm crying.
I'm pathetic...
The kids at theater probably don't want to be my friend anyway... I'm annoying as hell, and I don't understand sarcasm... regardless of how much I try to use it.
I'm going to go take a shower...
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Dear Diary
Non-Fictionliterally just a diary that I'm posting. My life is boring so yeah... If you know me in real life... and you read this, I do not take responsibility for any hurt feelings. I will not use real names. this is literally going to be my diary so no ru...
