Well this will be depressing. My insomnia is keeping me up, so naturally, I’m going to write about it.
I just got home at about 7:00 A.M. from my friend’s home, I had to go there Sunday-Tuesday while my parents flied out to help my sister drive from Nebraska to New York. It was pretty depressing and lonely there, we had to break into my house a few times. On Sunday night, my friend decided that she hated me (We’re fine now) and told me off.
What she didn’t realize, is she is my only friend, and that I am already depressed and suicidal, like I have been since four. That night when she and her cousin fell asleep, I went onto her balcony, planning to jump off. I decided to deal with and just cry myself to sleep, and went back in.
I’m okay-ish now, but it’s 2:00 A.M. and I need sleep. I’ll cry myself to sleep and try to update my journal tomorrow. Thanks for reading.