I think of my past.
I think about the girl I was.
Memories of regrets flood my mind.
I don't recognize her.
She was a phase that has come and gone.
She is gone.
For good.
I hate her.
I hate her for all the things she did.
All those things haunt me.
I yell at her constantly.
I hate her so much.
Sometimes I think of getting rid of her completely.
To throw her into oblivion.
She is dead.
But I still remember her.
I remember her awful thoughts.
I remember the torment she felt that she kept inside.
I remember that she never recognized herself in the mirror.
She is who I hate.
But what I feel sad about isn't about her.
I'm sad that even now I still don't recognize my own reflection.
I wish I could.
I wish I figured myself out.
I wish I was happy.
I wish I didn't have these nights.
I wish I could sleep.
I wish.
But guess what.
Wishes don't come true very often,
Do they?
But I will still wish.
I wish that I read this in many years to come.
I wish that I cringe at these entries.
I wish that I'm happy and laugh at how depressed I was.
I wish that I'm laughing at the awful grammar in these.
I hope that by then I will recognize myself when I gaze into the mirror.
I hope that I see myself and not someone else.
I hope the girl I was is stuck in oblivion.
I hope I never think about her ever again.
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Random****WARNING**** This has really emotional problems going on in my life and reflects my personal thoughts. This might be triggering to some people. I promise. I will NOT kill myself. These are just personal thoughts that occur to me when I'm in my da...
