Dear diary,
I have a certain way of dealing with myself when I want to cry, but I am in public (or just stubborn). I either keep my eyes closed to try and stop the tears from forming. Or I keep my eyes open to keep the tear already there from falling and officially becoming a tear.
This usually works well, but sometimes you just can't stop the tears. This might be on it's way to one of those times.
I can't take all my back to back tests anymore. I can't possibly keep everything together any longer. It's like weeks of tears and pain has piled up and pulled tight like guitar strings around my heart, playing one single perpetual note I cannot possibly keep up any longer.
Diary, I feel so burnt out. I don't know if I can take it. Do you think I'll make it?
Your faithful Havoc child.
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De TodoThis is the diary of a Havoc Child. A child caught up in fights and pain. A child with too much to say, too much to feel, and nowhere to turn.
