✘┇ YOUR WORDS DON'T DETERMINE YOUR ACTIONS

WHY DON'T WE REWRITE THE STARS?

I WAS FINE
UNTIL I REALIZE

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　There's an improvement to my mental stability, I suppose. I've been speaking more, considering I'm slowly opening up to the people around me- not really, but it's enough to have attracted their attentions.

　Looking through those old messages doesn't really affect me much more. The immense pain that I used to feel turned numb, and I'm somewhat glad...

　I'm still pained.

　Nobody would read this, and I honestly don't care. My penmanship isn't the best when my hands are trembling, so I'll resort to typing for now. Keep this as an online journal. I'll probably get back to this once I'm older- laugh at how stupid I was, and probably still would be.

　Well... I'm not yet ready to open up, I guess. I have a full explanation of my part of the story on this account, but I have yet to reveal it to anyone.

　I mean, I don't know how to call such an act... To me, it feels like betrayal, but I'm not sure. Wasn't this a similar case to what she experienced? Wasn't this...

　There I go again, ranting.

　I guess it's also jealousy. How others are able to reach out to one another, how I help others in times of needs, but whenever I tried to talk my problems, nobody seem to care. It hurts. Especially...

　Damn. I'm crying.

　Wish I could just sleep forever now.

　My head is hurting.

　Well. Goodbye.

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HOW TRULY, UTTERLY
WORTHLESS I AM.