It's 20 minutes until 12am,the sky is navy blue
With pale clouds littering the scene
I get up in 6-7 hours but i wont sleep. My thoughts are crowded, things do not make scence, my hand is already cramping but I'll keep pushing through.
I will continue to write untill I can write no more, i need to improve.
I will write thoughts untill they run out. This is page 1
5/10/20
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End note - LMFAOO,, i will be keeping the spelling
THE FORMAT IM SO FUCKING SORRY
–Ray
YOU ARE READING
My "jOurNaL"
RandomHOW NOT TO WRITE A fucking stupid bitches 2020 journal [PLEASE I WAS 11]
