Dear Diary,
Today is sunday. Two days since we talked.
I feel empty. Empty of life. Empty of hope. Empty of joy.
I don't even feel sad anymore.
I'm not as good as I was in school. But I don't really care about that.
Dad asks why I bathe two times a day. I don't answer. What am I supposed to say? Hey dad I take baths so that I can purge and then cut my thighs? Fuck that.
Fuck life. Fuck everyone.
He won't understand any of what's happening.
No one will.
I know what I'm doing and I'm gonna keep doing it until I feel satisfied.
Diary I'm alive and I can tell because of the pain.
CZYTASZ
Dear Diary, // L.S
General Fiction[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] "Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed forever." No one listens to him so he pours his heart out in a diary. ~ short-ish story !!!Trigger warnings in the prologue!!!
