Dear Diary, Just Keep on Keeping Up

Dear diary,
Lately I'm sounding closer and closer to South African... Which is weird since I'm currently in America however for one year and nine months I had lived in south Africa till 2013 Africa is amazing by the way but my-our-erm I mean their (mostly my parents because I still saw the glass half full) experience was hell from crappy dental to shitty living conditions it sucked greasy hairy junky balls (oh god I just threw up in my mouth a little) and now here we are TWO YEARS LATER and I have people telling me I have a British accent to which I correct it to South African (it's easy to confuse) because I get what they mean but I like it so it's whatever I guess.
Now back to real life_________________Oh me yeah mhm my life still sucks and I'm not even crying when I cut anymore nope just a reminder that I am a blank fucking space with to much sass and sarcasm to be understood I mean my sarcasm is coming out to my mother hell I'm narrating all this in my head with a sarcastic voice... As well as Morgan Freeman because let's face it he's got an awesome fucking voice. I don't even like I just GOOD MY THOUGHTS ARE FUCKING EVERYWHERE...and sadly enough nowhere I'm lost I've only just realized that a part of me is getting ready to run another has already ran and the rest are still running seriously read my poems you'll see what I. mean.
I keep thinking "I'm getting better I'm finally getting better" only to fall back into this venomous bitch of a pit even farther than last time and honestly I don't know what to do anymore and sadly enough I'm just to fucking lost to care