Diary of my lifeless life

Introduction

Well, how do I start my story. The main things you need to know is my name, age, and where I'm from. My name to this book is Dany. No last name will be provided in case someone I know discovers this. I will continue with providing my age, well that will change over time. So that will remain low key.

My life is typical. I want to die, I hate everything except the people I hook up with and weed, and I just don't fit in. I don't fit in like at all. I could if i wanted to, but I don't want to. My friends, well i don't typically like them, but I tolerate them.

Now I will tell you my life in a shortish summary.

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I was born on January 27, 2001 from a white mother and a vietnamese father. We kinda get along, better than most kids do with their parents. I respect them, they respect me. They split when I was about 5, so it has never bothered me.

I have two brothers. One is almost two years younger than me, and the other is nine years younger than me. The youngest (I'll just call him Dick) annoys the crap out of me, I honestly could care less if he was in my life. The one I am closer to in age (Let's call him Bruce) I get along with really freaking well. Without him I wouldn't be here right now.

Both of my grandma's are dead as well as one of my grandpas. The one that is still around is from my dad's side. He is really fucking funny. I can't understand half the weird shit he says because of his strong Vietnamese accent.

My banoi, on my father's side, killed herself when I was eight years old. She lit herself on fire.

My grandma Jackie died when I was a wee infant. I have no memory of her, but she meant a lot to my mother. My grandma died from cancer, the battle was over four years long. Cancer won when she was almost forty.

Grandpa Larry had a hard life. My uncle died at fourteen driving my grandpa to insanity. He developed many mental illnesses. He was prescribed several medications, which caused his heart attack two days before my youngest brother was born.

Depression is something I have lived with since I started developing breasts, so it may just be puberty. In fourth grade, I first started self harming by pulling out my hair. I would often have bald spots due to my action. In late fifth grade, I started cutting my thighs. I didn't know cutting was a common thing until eighth grade. In seventh grade, I one day carelessly cut my wrists, and that's how my parents discovered I had cut myself. April of 2015, I was hospitalized for my first attempted suicide. I was in the hospital due to an over dose and left seven days after I was admitted. I was hospitalized about three weeks later for suicidal thoughts. I stayed for a week once again. I had no friends over summer, so I became a heavy cutter, using a blade like my drug. In October of 2015, I was admitted for ten days due to an attempted over dose. Then I was put in a two week out patient program.

Now I'm somewhat better because instead of cutting, I smoke pot and have sex. I lost my virginity to my drug dealer. Fun.

So now I'm in the mood to not care. My name is Dany, I like boys, girls, unidentified, and agender people. I look like a fucking dyke. I'm currently fifteen. Hello, and welcome to my crazy ass life.

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Yes this is my journal. I hope you are entertained by my pain.