Random Writings from My Journal

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I have a rating system for my days

On a day were I can barely gaze at anything.

Before my eyes water and tears blaze down my cheeks burning them.

It's a good day.

On days were my chest hurts and

Dried tears have stained my shirt

Even though I'm still shaking and sobbing.

I'm drowning in emotions,

my head bobbing in the waters,

barely being able to breathe.

I've held onto the emotions beneath for too long.

I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders

Even though I am nowhere near strong enough to carry it.

I get knocked down.

But it's the good days that pick me up again.

My good days maybe horrible in your eyes but in mine

They are the best.