Dear Diary,
It's getting more and more difficult. Or maybe it's just hormones. Fucking sucks either way, I'm sleeping so weird lately, I feel like I'm barely alive, my mind feels completely disconnected from my body. Truth is, I probably need to go back to therapy, and actually be honest about what's going on. But I can't even say it to myself, I can't write it in any diary entry.
What can I say, I'm scared. It's pathetic really, but I'm not even sure that the truth would be worth it.
I don't tell them. How can I look them in the face and tell them that I don't want to wake up the morning. Ugh. When am I ever going to figure this shit out, I'm so completely incapable of living in this world.