Firstly, I apologize being gone for so long. School has really been weighing down on me lately. I'm struggling to get all of my work done.
Have you ever felt... solemn?
Just solemn down to the core. You aren't sad, per se, but suddenly you feel the need to mourn? You can still be reached by happiness, yet you don't let that feeling show on your face. It feels out of place, alien to your muscles. It feels like it shouldn't be there.
I feel like that right now. I feel the desperate urge to mourn, to just be solemn and silent. For no particular reason. I have no idea why.
I have nothing to mourn for.
Grey out. (demiboy)
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The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2
RandomIt's here for me to rant and you to learn again. A continuation of my previous journal, which just had too many chapters.
