Category : Diary/Journal

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I have problems. I will admit I'm not a very good preson, thou my boyfriend will say I am. I don't show him my bad side. I don't want to lose him. My parents well my dad and aunt don't see it. I like to feel pain, I like to see my blood poor from my body. I like the color black. It means something. It shows how I feel. I saw something when I was five. I will say I'm may or may not see futures but I saw mine. I saw a girl that wasn't in a good stage in her life, she was in pain. I look in the mirror now I see the same girl as I did when I was five. I except it. I'm trying to fix thing. But they all will fall apart. I'm afraid that I'm hurtting the people that love me. And I don't know how to stop. I hear a voice telling me to get it over with. What are you waiting for. Do it. I think I'm going insane. I think tjis is all a dream.