Parents are talking bad about me. People know my diary, how my some of my scars look like, my privacy. I am having trust issues. I am insecure. I had a dream, that i wish was real. I was walking on the train track. A train was approaching. I stood there and the tr41n h1t me. Everything became dark. I wish that dream was real. Nothing is real, it probably is just a simulation. Auggie thinks I left him. He doesn't like me anymore I guess. I don't feel anything anymore. Wow. I have a plan on March to f myself up. March is arriving.
Let's say I don't... Life purpose? Not anymore.
