dear diary,
i wanna talk. really talk. but i've been out of touch with my feelings for a lot of time now. the one person i'd always burst out against--i couldn't even do that anymore. i don't know why this is happening. heck, i don't even know what is happening to me. i have no clue who i am even. not in this moment. why am i not who my surroundings would've made me into? why am i so in conflict with everything surrounding me? why am i so effed up?
i'm so done with everything. with life. with myself. i'm even afraid of everything, of life, of myself. God-- what-- i-- ugh.
bye.
