Dear Diary, I'm going to die alone and my life is meaningless. I genuinely can't see myself ever being happy. I'm just an ugly, fat pos who no one cares about. No one in my life takes me seriously. They don't care about how I feel or just think I'm doing it for attention. I want to kill myself, but I'm too chicken shit.
My birthday is Saturday and I'll be 18. So at least I'll be able to have my own place within the next year or two so I can be alone in peace.