Casey
I can't save everyone.
The only words I manage to type on the screen glare out at me, forcing their way into my eyes, my soul. Forcing me to acknowledge the truth.
And what good was I if I couldn't even save one person, in my haste to help everyone who needed me?
I don't know what my priorities are any more. I don't know who I would save first, if everyone I loved was hanging over a cliff. Not that there would be much time to choose one out of all the people I love.
I don't know if things will get better, I don't know how to help my human family, I don't know how to make things better, or whether or not they even need to get better. Maybe I'm just delusional, or going through a phase.
Whatever it is, it has to end sometime, right?
Follow your own advice. Things always get better, there's always a light at the end of the darkness. So why couldn't I see it? Believe in it?
I don't know if everything's okay, I don't know how I feel. I don't even know how to keep going. If it was a race, a track, a sport, it would be simpler. Keep running. Take one more step, one more breath, repeat.
Physical exertion isn't so bad. At least that is satisfying.
I don't know how I'm going to survive the next week, or the week after, or the year after that, or the year after that.
And the only reason I don't want to sleep is because, even with all the nightmares I have, I don't want to have to leave reality only to wake back up to it again in a few hours.
I don't know what to do, I don't know anything.
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A Continuation of The Journals Nobody Reads
Teen FictionLots of time had passed. Go over to Kaiorough's account to read the chunks we wrote if you care that much. This isn't really an official story.