Unlike my boring and not to mention private book of events, this book is both public and raw. This is the diary of a depressed girl who, until the day this description was written, was able to hide her feelings. So, have fun reading the events I’ll hate myself for writing. I swear I’m much less dark in person. I’m only speaking my mind; and no matter where I am or who I’m around, my mind roams freely through past memories, experiences and thoughts. Now, I am passing this to you readers. I know this is a website most of you use to bitch about your significant others, but for me, this is an escape. Part of the reason why I sound painfully dramatic.
Xoxo,
Yours Truly