Jack

Chapter 1

Sunday 13 January 2012

Dear Diary,

I don’t know how much longer I can last. My life is killing me.   I don’t want to have to do it but nothing else has worked. I feel awkward telling my parents. All they know is I‘ve changed, they don’t know how depressed I am. They don’t know how I feel. I would tell my mum but how? Hey mum, yeah I want to kill myself. No. I couldn’t do that too her.  That would be wrong. But I need help. From who though? I’m giving myself 1 week, to turn everything around. Completely. Is 1 week enough? I don’t know anymore. Right now I feel scared, depressed and every other emotion that describes sadness.

Indie

It seems stupid, reading that now. I didn’t commit suicide if you hadn’t guessed, I tried to though. It was all just too much.  But that was me; 1 year ago that was me. A wreck. An emotional stupid wreck. That was when I was being bullied, my mum was depressed, my dad had just left me and my friends rejected me.  I was also shit at concentrating resulting in a constant flow of detentions. My life was and still is shit. But I came to learn that that was just a rough patch, probably the worst in my life. But I guess this is the story of how I met my best friend and life saver. Jack.