AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This is a journal I kept between the age of 15 to a little before 19. It’s completely unchanged, except for a few spelling mistakes and the last names of certain people have been removed to protect privacy and shit.

Please note that this is an uncensored account of my thoughts and feelings as well as my battle with Self Injury. It’s a little disturbing in some parts, but I wanted to keep this as raw as it is on the pages of the notebook it was originally written in.

Quite a few entries are unfinished and my thoughts sort of bounce around from one topic to another, so you may get a little confused and I apologize.

You will also notice that I signed the bottom of most of the entries with several different names. Some of them are just nicknames while the others are my real name with a few extra last names tacked on.

I tried to include some of the random tidbits between entries, but some things just can’t be typed up, like the blood paintings mentioned in a few entries.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little journey into the twisted inner workings of my teenaged mind and do try to remember that everything you read here is REAL. None of this is fiction. It all really happened to me and I put it to paper the way I lived it.

FoREVer yours,

Dayna Ravanelli (Cali B. Diamond)