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.
Sincerely, Writer.
