Dear weak diary,
First I thought i was getting better, then i didn't know if i was better or worse. Now i am sure i'm sooo far from better. Hope is a bitch. I can't feel a thing. I don't like anyone, i am even more paranoid about people looking at me with disgusting faces and i can't definitely do anything. Great parents deserve a good daughter who seem to get good grades and go to college. I try so hard to study but honestly, how can a person who doesn't even like to go out or live, study? The only thing i can do *with plasure* is watch series and the only thing i feel is guilty.
YOU ARE READING
Dear sad diary
Random- A diary cannot feel. I can. And I'm sad. It's my shitty life and this sucks, so don't read it.
