Dear Diary,Haha messed up again. I feel so alone, so unreal. So dead inside. I told myself that I would come out tonight. That's what I said to myself. Tonight. Then tonight became tommorow. Them tommorow became next week. Then next week became next month. Then next month became next year. When? I thought I have built up a wall of confidence, the that wall fell down. I always try to say something new, but all I can get out is the same old words. Nothing we will ever be the same after I say it. Nothing. I'm alone. I'm empty. When I look in the mirrior, I don't know who's in there. And it hurts, so bad.