I hate myself. I hate everything about me. My face, my freckles, my height, my weight, my body. Everything. My handwriting, my scars, my stretch marks, my skin, my fat, my hair, my eyes, my nose, my hands, my arms, my legs, my feet, my smile, my teeth, my chin, my lips, me. I hate me. I am stupid. I am worthless. I am nothing. I think about dying. If I wasn't such a coward, I'd be gone already.
**AUTHORS NOTE**
*These entries are mostly short, but there will be a lot of them. Also, I know this one is a bit harsh to start off with, but I needed somewhere to write this, so this entry is the reason I bought my diary to begin with. It wasn't the best day, but this is just how I felt.*
*Also, no negative comments please.*
-M
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Dear Diary.
Teen Fiction***TRIGGER*** *This is some of my actual journal entries, my real thoughts, my real feelings. Some of you may think I'm over reacting or I'm an "attention seeker," but there is a reason you don't know my name. *I am not looking for sympathy, I just...
