As you see on the title part it is November 1; the day that the thought of being in a tomb gets stronger, the day that I seem more happy. If you noticed I used the word seem. It means I can act more here. Tomorrow the starting of classes... again. Plastic friends, over teachers, stupid me, annoying me, dead me. I'm sad no one cares, I'm hurt they don't notice. To them I'm the hype girl that everybody can lean on. They still lean on me even though I'm being eaten by termites inside, they don't notice anyways. I want to be happy, my cousin wants me happy and lastly I'm still not happy. It hurts to say those words. It's hard to be slapped by reality. I don't like it. But, I can't live in a fantasy. I'll wake up in a dream. Nightmares happen during the day for me. I didn't eat much either. 'I'm alone' that is what my mind tells me. I'm sad AF, but see if I give a sh!t. I don't. Like I laugh. I don't. OK I'm done for the day.
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Dear Little Open Diary
SonstigesI have been feeling like I should write a book about what I feel about the stuffs of the world that's what the book's all about;depression, emotion and guilt. I want change, let it out and someone to understand. I want care, and love. I want most of...