Dear diary, This might sound like one of those, stereotypical journal entries. Actually, it might sound more like, a suicide note interrupted. Sorry trigger warning.
Today at school, I was afraid to answer a question for the first time in my life. It was like the answer was stuck inside me, but I couldn't move. I couldn't raise my hand. I was afraid to ask questions, and even though I didn't know what to do I just sat there.
When I got home I was bored, I had no homework nothing. I saw all the post of my friends, they were having a good time. And even though, I knew they were there for me...I was still lonely.
You, diary. Is the only thing I can use to express my feelings. Because hurting myself isn't an option anymore. So thank you.
It starts with you waking up, then you listen to what's around, then you realize it's peaceful, then you get interrupted by others. This is the option that makes most sense.
