Dear diary,
Today has been a less crappier than usual, but for the most part I think I didn't find anything that makes me happier. They say that if you haven't found anything happy in a day then it wasn't worth it. I think they're right.
I've recently felt like my existence doesn't have any meaning- it may be because of hormones or the fact that I'm under constant pressure by my parents and reputation, or the fact that I don't even know what to do with my life. I only know that I've always wanted to work something creative, like helping and creating but mostly enjoying myself.
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Diary number 312
Non-FictionDear diary, writing so I can cope with life. The fury and anger I've experienced may not be able to be measured, but it can always get better-right? Anyways, today.....
