Jezzie's Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I got drunk. Really really drunk. I kept pushing his hand away. I kept putting the bottle down.  He kept putting it back in my hand. He kept telling me I only live once, that he paid for it, that I was young.  He slid his hand up my

Dear Diary, I started to hate myself so much again. Without my drugs I wouldn't survive much longer. And I feel like cutting again. I always think about death. I miss the clinic and the people there. I'm fine when feeling bad. I know I'm sick!

Dear Diary, I feel so sick and so weak. I wanna die!

Dear Diary, Every morning I wake up, I'm so done. Of course it's because the pills I'm taking in overdose every day. To be honest I love to destroy myself. And I love the rush of the pills. Today I'll go to Dad's for the weekend.