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dear dairy,
I grow even more worried of what the future holds, I'm extremly worried about my friends, I have this fear of losing them, I don't wish for any of them to go........yesturday I was depressed about something, I don't want to talk about it, so I locked my bedroom door and reached for my poket knife, I started to slit my wrist, I felt no pain, so I looked at my arm, no blood, or wounds, the knife had grow dull, I frogot about that, I frogot it dulled after so many times. I weeped over the fact I was so upset, I put my knife away and layed on my bed, I wept for awhile then dried my tears, I walked out of my room with a fake smile pinned on my face, I pretend I was happy like I always do, I pretend there was nothing wrong, when in the inside I was crying my heart out..................

~Rin