Dear Diary, 3/4
I realized that I don't have to write to you anymore. So I don't understand why I still am. I spent all of last night thinking of it and I've come to a conclusion: your my new therapist. You have to take my rants, which kind of makes it like someone cares. I'm that messed up that a diary is taking the place of real people. I don't understand why I'm going to school though. Maybe I think I'm going to get through this. I don't know. I really don't know. I got really close to cutting today... I don't know.