Saturday, February 16th, 2019
Dear diary,
Today I decided to drink a shot of bleach. My throat stings but why should I care.
The bloodshot haired guy is named Mark by the way. And he's coming over later. Let's just hope he doesn't find this or what happened.
Fingers crossed.
Did I mention today is the day I drank something in a week. I guess I will quench my thirst with bleach for the time being, seeing as my life isn't fair.
I ate something as well. Dish washer pods.
Let see I can just poison myself to death, I heard a knock gotta go.
Love,
Faggot Jack
Cut count,
5 again
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