My birthday was yesterday. 11 years old and already over it, but of course it was a usual day the same as any other, an unusually usual day for it was the first with her. I can't bring myself to speak or even think her name let alone be stuck staring at it on a piece of paper for hours on end. My school has got worried at my lack of participation in group activities at lunches and in class and is assigning me another physiatrist. She better be prepared for nothing. I also haven't seen my foster parents for a while, they just drop food off every few weeks and disappear again, I believe they have bought a new house and just keep me here for the money they get from the government, disgusting it is to know there are many more out there in the same situation as myself. Then again, I've been considered years above most in education. Which is difficult while still being around the simple minded every day at school, not that I always go. I don't need to as long as I meet the minimal required days.
It's a struggle just to have a shower let alone anything else. I've decided to spend all of my time doing the same three activities, sleep, draw and write. All while listening to music of course. Life is slightly less of a horror show with calming melodies, constant inspiration and endless relatable quotes in an amazing mix on repeat. But I can't wait for my music to end. For the silence, On the outside world, and my head.
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It's not a blessing and a curse
To feel everything so very deeply
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I can't do this.
I love her.
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Brave
RandomA little girls diary entry of her big sisters diary entry's, each paragraph involves the whole day of the day her big sister Paige's diary entry is on. I won't lie, it's a bit depressing and has a lot of random depressing poems I got off the interne...
