I'm bottling up my overflowing emotions towards this one. And no, not in a good way. My immediate reaction? bang my head on the wall multiple times and then stick a finger down my throat and puke (no worries, I didn't.)
Deep breaths
So, this book is the diary of a fifteen year old teenager on drugs. Now that I've finished reading it, I need to pop a few pills myself in order to make myself forget about these 200 pages. Now, when I first got the recommendation (As part of a reading challenge) and saw that the book was by "Anonymous", my interest was spiked at once and I had to do some digging in order to have some perspective (se mettre dans le bain); I simply wanted to have a basic background knowledge on the book. After going through a couple of articles, I found out that it was written by Beatrice Sparks, an American author with a questionable diploma and a fascination with the troubled youth. I later learned that the "diaries" she's been writing on behalf of these tortured souls were as fake as Pamela Anderson's boobs. At this point, I felt a surge of anger because I felt like during all these years, readers all over the world were trapped in her huge sneaky web of lies.
I'd like to believe that deep down this was her way of raising awareness about the teen-struggle, and not just a recipe for wealth and fortune (let's face it, it has all the ingredients of a controversial book: sex, drugs, rape, homosexuality, etc.).
The writing was fake, shallow and disengaging. By trying too hard to sound like a teenager, the writer ended up making her main character a detestable overdone cliché.
Last point: the ending which was supposed to summon a powerful jaw-dropping reaction in a cry-me-a-river sort of way only made me hate this even more.
All in all: the "kids, drugs will kill you" message was very poorly channeled. This is certainly no way to get children off the horrors out there.

Ps: As I'm lashing out on the keyboard, a part of me kept begging for an infinitesimal good thing to get out of this reading: I FOUND IT! It's the finger-pointing fact (a hyper-realistic one at that) that parents live under the same roof as their children and can still be oblivious to what's going on in their heads/lives. I think that's what struck a chord in me and made me finish it (well, that and my weird obsessions). So, for that, let's give it a star and a half.