Let's get this straight.
This, right now, typing this journal s**t, is Skye.
Yep, Skyler Emily Black.
The one that supposedly 'died'.
I have no effing clue what the hell went through that b***h's mind to tell you that I'm dead, but it's NOT true.
However, yes, I did overdose. With alcohol. And I wanted to die.
But, I didn't.
Didn't.
And, yes, I was in an asylum. For a while. I have no idea how long, I don't look at calendars anymore. I don't attend any school at the moment, I was classified 'unfit for public view', as of right now.
Yes, I am being tested and possibly diagnosed with schizophrenia.
I'm a freak. I understand that.
And before you go calling me a psycho, look up schizophrenia, get a good grip on it before you criticize, becasue I WILL throw every wrong piece of information back in your face if you flip on me.
******** off, I'm insane. The literal version.
I know. I've got an issue, and there's nothing I can do about it.
Yeh. THat's about all I wanted to say.
P.S.~ I love you. </3.
♥'s; X's; and O's;;
~Skye♥
