Dear Diary

I love my friends don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I firmly believe that they don’t think before they speak. Like honestly, I’m having a shitty day. I’m trying not to complain and be grateful, and you decide to give me a speech that includes telling me that people would be happy to have my life? Every day is a battle with depression and anxiety and thoughts of suicide. You know this and yet you honestly think someone would want to deal with this life? Like wtf? Maybe I’m being irrational and not seeing the bigger picture, but don’t preach to me about my life when you don’t know all the different facets of it.

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