I made this journal to vent, not to be stalked and harassed. Adios anon. Dont try and follow.

Heroin overdose. it looks like a good idea. All the other suicide methods look scary as hell. This doesn't look too bad. The hardest part is trying to write the notes and not feel weird.

Today I realised everything I am, everything I wanted and want to be, everything I have, everything I do- It's all wrong. I should start again. Throw away all my clothes, all my things. All of my hopes, dreams, expections, all my standards. Out the window.

I have no style. I have no talent. I am no good at styling or fashion. I am not bueatiful and I never ever ever will be the way I want. I feel like I should give up everything I am, but really I don't know what I am. And why should it matter. That is it, it's all enough.

Out of the spotlight. I have to stop aiming high. No one wants to put me on a pedestal. I will never be high, mighty and beautiful. I can never compete. I am a low and mediocre mortal. I have no hopes or dreams that are worth while so I need to start again.