11:46 p.m.
it is 11:46 and all i can think of is how he threw me aside. i can't put words together well enough to continue to write. my thoughts are eating me alive, and my body doesnt seem to want to heal. i am going to sleep.
1:12 a.m.
i discovered my current state of insomnia at what is now 1:12. my thoughts are stirring and my heart is in a physical and emotional state of hurt. the pit in my stomach seems to become more present as my thoughts become deeper and the night becomes darker. maybe this is natural for someone with heart ache, or maybe i am as insane as i feel. either way, i am already tired of a feeling that seems like it wont stop. and it is only 1:12.
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late night journal.
Short StoryA collection of middle of the night journal entries from a girl who's heart has been broken. Each chapter is a from a new night or day. No capitalization on purpose. *Possible triggers*
