I tend to find that when I don't remember my dreams I have a bad day; spending it either too hungry or too tired.
It frustrates me at a high level. The only way I can make it through the day is if I mope around in my frustrating moods.
I just want to go home. What's worse is when you have those days in Hell; school. It only makes me want to die more and more.
07/02/17
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a teenagers journal
PoetryI have a lot of written pieces in my old journal from my Creative Writing course, so I decided to share them here.
