6/08/09

Dear Diary,

Hey sorry im writing early but i just need to write last night i cried myself to sleep i was thinking of life and it made me cry on how much i just want to i dont know but my life is perfect and it dont make me happy. I live in a life that i get judged every five seconds and i am sick of it you wont let me talk you wont let me explain myself i have to deal with the wrath of many people its like me getting mentally jumped i never had a choice.You say stuff about me when i get confront you i get the attitude just cause i proved you wrong you call me names and i say i dont care but really in the inside i just want to die. I never think of suicidal cause i dont want to go to hell. I want to live life to the fulliest but you make me wanna end i dont like the people you think i like i just say act like it cause im not a mean person you judge me like a book but why would you when you havent read me i might be a novel but you'll me suprise what happends in the end and so will I.

p.s. not finished


TO BE CONTINUED!