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This weekend has been very... Busy. It includes: my bestfriend getting a boyfriend, me getting a rock thrown at my ankle, and us sneaking out at 12. I loved it. Almost got caught by the cops but whatever.

Is it bad that lately I have been feeling very murderous??

Wanna drop me next year? That's alright. Wanna talk shit behind my back? Alright. I'm not gonna let it get to me anymore.

I keep stressing about highschool. I keep thinking about my summer hours, about my future career, my future house, my future wealth, my future death bed. I think about it so much that the present doesn't feel real anymore. I'm losing my mind, I can't think straight, I get odd thoughts, I hear things. I need help but I don't want to go get it because I don't want to fuck up my education.

I'm sick of my sister, I should have kill her when I had the chance. I should have killed myself when I had the chance. I should've jumped last night. Should have slit my wrist last Monday. I know I'm annoying. I know I'm ugly. I know I'm fat. Why don't you just fucking help?

I'm done, she is treating depression and cutting like a fucking trend. Then gives attitude when I call her out. Like I try to help her, I try to support her, but I just get attitude. I'm fucking done.

So, today the douche bag was supposed to move out but now he's staying until he gets enough money to buy an apartment ��������. Kill me now.

I can't stop shaking! I'm pissed. Someone is trying to start drama between a girl and I. All I said was I wanna be her friend but I think she hates me. Now the stupid part is someone lied and said that I called this girl a hoe. �� I never said anything close to that. I tried telling the girl that but since my anxiety acted up, my face got hot and she doesng believe me and I think it was my stupid ugly fucked up half sister. I am having a really shitty day, I'm either going to harm/kill someone else or harm/kill myself.

Hey, I don't know if you'll see this but I'm coming to school at lunch. Sorry I'm late I slept in.

He's getting kick out on Friday. He said some sad things about us. He said he never wanted to raise us, and he can't keep his dick in his pants. He cheated and is taking it out on us. Cheating is a choice not a mental illness, it is his fault not ours.