Hello, diary I'm here to not cleanse but realise a bit so I can feel ok, god or and satan, if you. Either are reading this, I want to commit to things I lied and think and or did , I have tried to die several times,by cutting,hnging,suffacating and by sacrificing my blood so my mother lives, I've gotten sick, and i guess it's really bad becuase my head has been hurting non stop and sometimes when it dose hurt it feels as if pins and needles or knifes are poking me or cutting , maybey even stabbing me, one dayi hope it goes away, but till then I'm just stuck, with no way to get out, but that's gonna change, I'm gonna change it!
So here i am complaing into a book, well a carry on. Journal but life isnt easy and I know that but on the bright side, in a few hours itll be Joanna's birthday so cheers to that. But why me,huh? Why do I feel as if my purpose in life was to only serve as a defense or a shelid, or bodyguard and my life dosent matter, why do I feel as if I'm stuck in a...