Dear diary
At the moment I feel like I have both nothing, and everything to say. I feel like everything around me is spinning out of control. There's just too little time.
I'm lying in bed now, in a house I'm safer in than my own, yet I am scared to death of falling asleep. I'm not scared of things that could physically hurt me, but rather my own dreams. They feel so real.
I know I will need a doctor to treat the discomfort in my legs from restless leg syndrome soon. It has begun disrupting my sleep and even causing physical pain. For now I'm trying to cope. We do not have the money for silly things like that.
I feel like a freak sometimes. Having this huge medical record full of the strange, normal or rare shit you couldn't imagine happening to one person. Sometimes I just wish I could've been normal. Not even special, just healthy, and completely normal.
Let the tears shed onto this writing be proof of my struggle to be what people expect from a normal child.
Your faithful Havoc child.
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Havoc diaries
RandomThis is the diary of a Havoc Child. A child caught up in fights and pain. A child with too much to say, too much to feel, and nowhere to turn.
