Dear Diary

Dear Diary;

Today was just the same as yesterday.

The teenage girl scribbled in her ragged notebook that served as her diary/vent notebook. For the past several weeks that's all she had written for each day. Nothing ever changed, nothing got better.


Dear Diary;

Today was worse.

She couldn't bring herself to write down all the horrors of her day, so instead, she cried into her diary staining the page with teardrops.


Dear Diary;

Today was just as bad, if not worse then yesterday.

She closed her diary and cried. Was it ever going to get better?


Dear Diary;

I just want to die...

She wrote in small letters, hoping that no one would ever read her secret wish.


Dear Diary;

I want to kill myself.

Writing it felt right. Finally, she had an answer to escape everything.


Dear Diary;

I'm going to kill myself. But first I'm going to give life one more day to get better.

Satisfied she closed the book and went to sleep.


Dear Diary;

This will be my last entry. Life isn't getting better.

She held back a sob, she didn't want to do this, but what else was there? Nothing, nothing at all. A tear slid down her face and stained the page, smearing her entry slightly. Slowly she closed the book, then reopened it. She wrote for a little while, finding the right words to say, finally finished, she left it on her bed and left her room wondering if anyone would see it. But it didn't matter if someone did or not, by then it would be too late.

Dear Everyone;

Life is killing me and I've become such a pain to be around, I know because I see it in you eyes and hear it in you voice. I'm such a worthless person. And there is nothing you can do to help me now, for I've already found something to do.

You know, I've always wondered why no one ever sees the person that is hurting the most. The one that is suffering and dying on the inside. I wish someone would notice, but its too late for me. Don't worry though, I'm happier now.

From;
The sad girl no one noticed.