|October 14th, 2018
|7:04pm-7:07pm
"Do you ever feel almost as if you are lying to yourself? About your feelings or anything in that nature really. Not about anyone but more-so just, about yourself. You may know about how you feel but you lie to yourself about why you feel that way but you don't know it. Or is that just me? I feel like I'm drowning, in a pool of lies that I have gathered up myself but I don't even know what the pool consists of. What lies lay there. And why? I would like to know. I would like to know the truth of how I feel but I don't know how I would manage that. I could maybe get drunk and manage to spill it out to myself but why would I? I guess I just feel odd as of now. It's alright though. I'll figure it out."
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Kurgu OlmayanI'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...
