crowded thoughts

tired sighs

tired sighs

She tilts her head to the side as she looks down at her diary, trying so hard not to talk about her actual feelings. The rain pounds against the ground outside, and cars honking at each other is the only other thing she can hear. Sighing, she begins to write, her heart clenching and unclenching at the same time.

10/03/19
I'm really happy today. I feel like today has been better than any other day since I started feeling down. I know it's crazy how
I'm sorry, I couldn't keep writing. That's a lie. Honestly, I feel awful. I don't feel good. I'm hungry all the time, yet, I still can't stomach anything. I'm so lonely, it hurts. I just want someone to talk to. I really hate saying this, but I'm just tired. I'm tired of a lot of things, but the main one is not having anyone. I feel just so...not myself. I don't know. I'm sorry. I'll try to be better, I really will.

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She holds her head up and lets the rain prick against the cheeks of her face. Holding her breath, she lets her music be the only sound hitting her ears. Everything feels so out of place, but so right. She has no one but herself, but in a way, sometimes it's okay to be alone. She needs to find comfort in herself at some point in her life, so she guesses today is the day. Smiling, she looks down and puts her hood over her head. Taking out her earbuds, she listens to the sound of people talking loudly to one another. Wow. So beautiful. She lets out a tired sigh and carries on back into her apartment building.