Dear Diary, I'm so done. I feel so sad. My friends just told me they can't be my friends because of my mental state I'm in. I want to die and now, I want to die even more because of that. She's ignoring me seeing me as air. She's so angry at me because I was worried about her and so I sent another adult up to her room looking for her. She almost cryed when we had our serious talk about it and I'm an asshole who ruined her feelings. I feel like splitting my wrists when I think about her. The thing is that I have a mom who cares about me. She's a single mom and I can't blame her.
I feel sad ofcourse wanting to take my own life. But I want to do it alone where no ones at. It is a satisfying feeling to think about all the possible ways to do so. I am not afraid. I am ready.
I feel so much pain in my disabled body I have. I have EDS. Nothing can change by itself.
Bye Diary!