09/12/18
All right, some time has passed and I'm sorry. I realize that I can come across as being extreme and I really do care about what people have to say, I just wish that they wouldn't treat it like a game of "who's life is sadder." I know from personal experience that when I play this game all that ends up happening is me coming out even more angry and more depressed. To the point where I can't be helped. See? I just wanted to spare the people here of having to get to that point.
Well it's about 5 p.m. now and we're just all sitting here in the day room watching some Angelina Jolie film while all I can still do is think about standing before my own dead body. Fucked up, I know.
If I'm being entirely honest, I don't really know which kind of thoughts I get more, suicidal or homicidal. I personally believe that it's suicidal when I really put my mind to it, because I get more angry and resent myself more than anyone else in the world. Although I do hate my dad, he's a fucking bastard.
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Diaries of Elle Rose
RandomDiary entries based on my own actual journals that I kept from my time at a mental institution. This covers some very serious subject matter such as suicide and may be triggering.
