Dear Journal. I'm not calling you a diary, that would be weird. My counselor thought it would be good for me to write all my problems down. It's useless, why would I want to remember anything? Well, my name is Kyle. I'm suicidal, and I do cut. It takes the pain away and it makes me feel alive. Like, that I'm actually living and not on this damned world to rot and burn alive. There's this boy though, he gives me attention. But it wont ever happen. Why? Cause he'd never go for someone like me. Someone who means nothing.

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