The Diary I Never Had

I’m going to have a bath and read ellen. <3 

So happy. 

I’m only doing what you asked me too, and if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be receiving your coffee. Get over yourself. 

Oh, and I have a really huge caffine headache. 

Shut the fuck up, some people like to sleep. As i’m writing this you’re doing it more frequently and louder. I’m about to shove my foot so far up your ass, you prick. 

I haven’t seen this movie in such a long time, which shouldn’t happen.. So I should probably get on watching it. It will probably help comfort me on this super stormy night anyways. 

I feel like i’m slowly but surely losing my mind. I’m losing hope in everything, I’m starting to not care.. this isn’t me. I’m sick and tired of people destroying me. I’m sick of getting my hopes up on everything. I’m done with it. I’m at the point where my dreams haunt me, my life haunts me.. and i’m starting to think.. What’s the point in all of this? What’s the point of waking up every single day to get hurt? This is ridiculous and i’m tired of it.

I just want to disappear.