|October 12th, 2018
|6:59pm-7:10pm
"Sorry I keep writing late. I feel extremely dizzy and the room feels like it's spinning or more like I am? I'm not sure. It's been this way for a couple hours now and I tried to tell my mom but she just began lecturing me, telling me the reason is because I never leave my room. Anyway, earlier I was kind of happy so that's good I guess. My friend is spending the night today so I guess that's a bit exciting. I'm sorry this is really sloppy and all over the place. I can't really concentrate right now. This took too long to write. I apologize. Bye <3"
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Não FicçãoI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
