dear diary.
this is being made on wattpad.
where my followers and friends can see what goes on though my head.
im pretty sure that they can ignore this.
so,
anyone.
if your reading this, stop.
im just putting my vents here.
anyway.
DEAR DIARY.
this is tyler. currently 15.
future tyler, if you come back to this if your not dead, just know that 15 year old you sucked.
anywho...
people hate me.
especially my followers.
i took out all my anger on them.
and on some of my best friends.
im fucking guilty... i apologized but i don't think they noticed.
...
im very sorry...
im really better off killing myself.
another note for future tyler:
it's 2020.
i hope you didn't die, tyler.
i love ash. you know who im talking about, tyler.
...
its times like these i wish to be younger.
oh hey...
guess what.
it's my brother's birthday soon.
maybe killing myself will bring him some great joy.
just him and my eldest brother.
they came out perfectly fine.
they got girlfriends.
they aren't fucked up.
they aren't dumb.
they aren't ugly.
they aren't stupid.
they aren't crybabies.
they aren't freaks.
they aren't me.
they are fucking FINE.
...
im sorry...
this is 15 year old tyler,
signing off.
