I have to go to the beach this Friday till Monday. I'm going to go crazy. I hate being away from home. I hate being disconnected. I'm already disconnected enough. I have to spend the whole weekend plus 2 days with the 2 people are the reason I hate myself.
I have to see my dad and my bro. My bro called me nothing, and my dad... Well, he just makes me depressed. I'm being forced to go. I have to go.
I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I feel like I have no one. I feel like I'm trapped in a little box and running out of air to breathe. Can someone save me? Or am I broken beyond repair?
I don't know who I am anymore. Am I happy? Or am I so used to pretending to be happy? I don't even know.
Maybe life isn't for everyone.
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Journal.
RandomOk, so I need to write. Write out all my feelings. Some stuff I will keep to myself. But I want everyone to see what it's like to be me. I won't write everyday but I will write.
