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Thursday, February 11, 2010
i can't take it.

Hmm. It seems like theres a certain someone in my home that reads my diary. So, that means its no longer a "diary". Just a book. So, i shall just pour whatever i wanna say here, cos i know if i don', i'll just collapse. One day.

I really hate myself for causing so much pain. Imy. My head hurts badly..
feel so effed up. I dunno how to describe it.

I can't cut myself anymore because today, the DM checked our hands. He wrote down names of those that did. WTF. I fucking hate this life. No point in living when you can't keep any secrets.