Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,
I'm so tired of being the pimple on the face of my family. I'm so tired of everything. Not only does nobody love me, but constantly I'm being yelled out for things I never did. Today I tried to explain to my brother that he wouldn't be getting another turn after me because he went on first. He got angry at me. Snappy and mean. Yelling at me. Of course being me, I yelled back pissed off I grabbed his arm. He nearly took me out of my seat and cut me with his freakishly long nails. He got off the computer shut it down. Frustrated I ran into my room, slammed my door, took my blanket wiped it knocking down everything on my dresser. I started to cry. I never felt this way before. So unloved, so lonely, so sad, so angry, and so much more. I hate my life and wish I would die, there is no more meaning to it. I have no friends that love me, no family that love me, nothing. All I have is my self. Everything has changed from bad, to good, to okay, to horrible. I hate myself. The way I look, the way I talk, the way I walk, and so on and so forth. I wish that it will all disappear.