Dear Diary, No one ever asks me how I am. Truth is im glad they
dont. I wouldnt know what to say. Im never happy "or
good" im depressed. Alot. i wouldnt say always...but most of
the time. People are really wearing on me...Breaking me. I feel
like people think im strong. unbreakable. But im not. Im
fragile..." Its hard to answer whats wrong? when nothings
right."
