This will be my last entry. You were a record of all my hopes and dreams for the future. I don't have a future, nor will I see my dreams come true.
I clearly don't have what it takes to make it. So many people are agreeing with that statement, calling me a hack and worse. Of course, my friends are there telling me otherwise, words I want to hear which is just what friends do. But it's hard not to listen to what the naysayers have to say.
I'm not sure what I did to deserve such hatred especially from people I don't know. How can someone, who is not a part of my life, make such cruel and inhuman taunts at my expense? I know not everyone is going to like me, but if they don't I ask that they tell me nicely rather than using profanity that features around a four-letter 'c' word.
Why are so many people so mean? Why must they destroy what little self-esteem I have left? I was just starting to feel good about myself.
My friends have told me to ignore it. That they're jealous. Maybe they're right. Maybe my haters are just jealous. But I would like to know what's finally set them off. Why now? Why am I now the sudden target for online abuse? Why, if people have nothing nice to say, don't they just not say anything at all?
I want to die. I can't handle another day where my account is filled with hatred. Filled with people telling me I'm better off dead or that my dream is so far out of reach that I'd have a better chance of flying to the moon and back before dinner.
As I write this, Diary, the blood seeps from my open wound on my wrist. It's staining the paper. The words I have written are getting fuzzy. I'm feeling faint. Please tell my family and friends that I love them and pass onto the haters that they've won. I'm sorry...