Change of plans. I never did wake up and start writing. But...Hey! I'm writing now, so that has to count for something. I really don't have many thoughts that I haven't already thought about. Never mind. I have something. Let me go see if I've already talked about it.
I don't think I have. Forgive me if I'm wrong. But anyway, I have more sad news to dwell on.
My parents are taking me out of soccer next year. Do I have to say anything else? Just about everyone in my grade knows how much I love playing soccer. In case you don't know, next fall will be my ten-year anniversary of my playing.
So yeah, I'm devastated. But guess what. I still haven't cried. Remember in the beginning how I said that I can't cry even if I wanted to? Yeah, I've been having those moments for weeks. I've come to find that the more tired I am, the more depressed I seem to find myself. But isn't that what I want?
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From Thoughts to Paper
Historia CortaPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
