Drunk as a duck haaa what!!

I don't see the point in diary's. your r just writing down all your secrets and then someone could easily find it and use them against u

thats what you get for keeping a diary...

That's happened to me. Sucks...

I probably woulda killed my parents smh my mom did that once but I abreviated most things so she only knew some stuff not everything so I was alright

Yeah YDI for having a diary and having such a dumb hiding place for it considering they found it

I just can't get over how many of you people are using the words retard and retarded as insults. Do you not realize how incredibly ignorant it makes you sound? I know a woman who is mentally retarded and another that has down syndrome, and someone has called then retarded before, and they cried all day long. It's not something that should be used as an insult. It's a disease, just like cancer. Do you go around calling people a cancer patient? No, because it's stupid. Just like using retard and retarded as insults is.

This is the OP. It's a couple of years since I posted this FML, and I just recently saw that it's been published. I just wanted to clarify some things since it's hard to explain the whole thing in just 300 characters. First of all thanks for all the supportive comments, and I don't think I'll even comment on the idiotic ones. Many people obviously think it's stupid to keep a diary. Maybe it is, but I was severely depressed at the time (not even aware of how bad it really was), and writing my thoughts down was the only way for me to cope with things. My mom was aware of the fact that I was depressed (we've discussed this over and over again since I got better), but the FML-part was her reading about how much I wanted to die and how much I hated anything was neither good for me, nor her. Secondly, for some reason, some got the impression that I went out and got shitfaced every weekend, sleeping around with a bunch of strangers. It was the first time I ever tried drinking, at a house party with my friends, and the person I had sex with was one of my best friends, whom I had a huge crush on (we actually "dated" for some time after this). I didn't drink at all after this until maybe a year later. Yes, it was stupid to get so drunk but I didn't really know my limits back then.

my favorite diary, hidden document on the computer that is password protected. either that or a blog thats under an impossible to find name (followed by deleting the history for that site)

That is one of the multiple reasons I don't have a diary.