My dad was young when he died. He died by od but not on his own. He wanted to party one last time before he went and took care of his kids. His friends drugged him and he never woke up. They were never charged with burger since he did drugs and alcohol that night. I hold so much anger and resent towards the people that did that. When I found out how he died, I started cutting and I tried to OD the other night. If I were to die I would want it to be my od just like he did. God I miss him every day.

i’m tired. i used to be a straight A student all through middle school. i was a good kid. never argued, had lots of friends, was likable, nice, i loved my life. i’m now a freshman in high school, so i’m not that old. i’m scared to eat, i can’t trust anyone, i’m failing 4 classes, i don’t come out of my room, just lost my best friend, my ex who i still love despises every inch of me. it’s taking a toll on my mental health and i’m just tired of being here. tired of pretending i’m happy just so other people don’t worry about me. i don’t know what to do, how to react. my anxiety is over the roof, to where i can’t even get out of bed. i got diagnosed with being bipolar, which is hard. i just don’t know what to do. i’m trying but i’m so tired. i’m running out of options.

• August 2, 2023