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Jun 22
Today is January 1st, wednesday, 3:48 pm. Hi, i just got home from grandma's/ We ate menudo and she had alot of food. Oh and happy new year. It feels the same i guess. I'm just on my bed. I'll probably just play a game. um i'll write later i guess. - 3:53 pm, E.C
    Um. I'm crying so much. I wanna cut so bad. I cant do this. Please help. I cant. I just cant. I wanna be gone. Just like bubba (my brother) said. I'm an embarassment. A disappointment. Why me Jesus. Why. WHY. I wanna cry but nenas in here. I can't take it much longer. I have to cut. I'm sorry.
   It's dark. I don't know where my knife is.
I'm going to cry myself to sleep.  I HATE MYSELF.
-8:28 pm, E.C.
i found my journal from the beginning of the year where i wrote as a diary kinda and this was what i wrote the first day of the year. i feel ive gone through a lot and grown overall but i just wanted to share this, as i was going through a rough time last year and I dont cut as much, rarely but um yeah i improved much it feels like. i have other pages if anyone wants me to post those just let me know but they are just kinda vents but yeah 👍
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eliana  13/F/Texas
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