I'm really not good at these things. I never was. I've always loved them, notebooks, and I've always loved it, writing, but I've never been very good at it. Keeping a diary. I'm good at tracking thoughts. Always was, what with having so much time to think, usually. I guess that's what this is for. Just a record. Inner monologues that randomly sprout and have to be written before they are forgotten. It's scary though. Having something so sensitive out there. An exposed nerve. A blinking target. Then again, I suppose I've always been one of those anyway.
- Watson
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
