Sunday May 17 2009.
Dear Journal,
I can't believe i've come this far. I'm losing it. They wont leave me alone. The voices in my head. They made me believe I wanted to kill my own sister, blood relation. Never in a million years would I try that. But I've stopped doing the drugs. I'm trying to get better. I don't know if I can though. I'm losing everyone i love. They're all getting into alcohol. They're throwing their lives away. Why would someone want that? I can't believe I've come to the point in life where I've actually wanted to kill myself. I can't think of leaving all my friends. Next year, the people I've been with since kindergarden, wont be there. I'm leaving my best friends. The love of my life. Everything is fading away, life itself. I don't know how I'm going to handle this. I don't know if i can go much further.
Victoriaa-xx Community Member 
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