I recently moved to Florida, and, in all honesty, I think the move has really changed me. I don't laugh nearly as much as used to. I don't cry. I don't sing much anymore. I hardly even listen to music. The people that knew me would know how much I loved music and how much I laughed. I don't know why I stopped, it just happened. It makes me sad that I've changed this much in less than a month. I've also been sick for weeks now. I don't want to go to the doctor. My bones always hurt, but I've realized I can't do much about it. I hardly talk to anyone besides my family. I haven't really made any new friends. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I just want to die. But I'm not going to kill myself. I'm okay. I just wish I didn't have so much to worry about. School here is confusing and everything goes by so fast. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm always tired, I smoke a lot more, and I still have real bad insomnia. I don't know. I don't. Everything feels wrong, but I can't go back to where I came from. I got kicked out. What do I do? Everything is going to shit. I'm losing control. I can't do this.
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The Journey Of Fixing My Brokenheart
AléatoireThese are my actual feelings that I put into my journal. If you don't care or don't like it, then don't read it.
