it's second period, 8:37 AM, Mrs. Crain/Neely class. It first struck me in first period, Ms. Dantin's class, I got very emotional. Don't know why but it just happened. My eyes got watery and teary. I just wanted to breakdown, but I held my posture. I've been fighting more than enough lately. Too much has been weighing heavy on my mind lately. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to live the life I live. I just wanna give up. Forget about everything, lose everything, I don't care. What's the point. It's my life right? I can take myself out, why does it matter. Why should it?
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AléatoireNOTES FROM MY DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY THAT I WRITE MYSELF. FEEL FREE TO READ. I'M JUST TIRED OF PEOPLE SAYING THEY UNDERSTAND WHEN THEY DON'T.
