2:12 a.m.
i thought i was okay. i am so not okay. it is currently 2:12 and questions are running through my mind......why doesnt he want me? he wont tell me all the reasons, but why should i even care? my mind is tired but the one thing i still cannot do is sleep.
5:47 a.m.
apparently it is 5:47, it is almost time for me to wake up. you can only wake up if you fall asleep, but my heart will have none of that right now. i am drained emotionally, physically, and mentally. i should close my eyes for these brief twenty minutes that will most likely feel like an eternity. goodnight...hopefully.
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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*
