Chapter three

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April 14th, 2021

diary,

why do I not follow my own shitty advice? I mean-even Diana did it. Why didn't she take me with her? huh? She took advantage of me. I should have known. For the last two weeks, she was mostly with me and not with her Scooby gang during the breaks in school.

Maybe she saw that I was not feeling well and felt a kind of weird connection with me? As I said before.

She fucking used me.

We talked about the future, the past, and the present. but why me? I told her fucking ways how I'll kill myself when I get to that point.

Has she taken one of my ways?

The only fucking thing I know is that after two weeks of our depressive, suicidal-ideational conversations, she killed herself.

I know I'm a part of it.

But somehow I don't feel anything. I'm just a heartless psycho bitch. Or as my stepmother says " your heart is made of stone, you don't have one, you don't feel anything"

Is she right?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

So shut up. Go fuck yourself.

And you. Yes, you. Fuck you.

instead of forcing me to write this stupid fucking book, you can give me something that will take the pain away.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Naila

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