Hello diary. Currently I'm laying in the marshmallow. My father is asleep due to miss breast cancer telling him to sleep. I'm debating life right now.

That voice is still! Calling me...If I follow...what will happen? When do I go? Should I go?

And I caught my dad being a liar/ hypocrite. He cut. And thought he could hide it from me. Nope.

He doesn't know that I know. I changed his bandages again while he was sleeping. I know how to take care of cuts seeing as I cut my self very often.

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The voice. There it is...again...alright....I'll go to you miss/sir....but not yet...