//march 15, 2012//
dear man or woman,
my mom asked me if i was happy. i said yes with a smile on my face and a hole in my heart. she knew i was lying.
anyways, i was in my room, just writing in this journal trying to explain my life. the shouts downstairs wouldn't stop and my head hurt. then, my hands were shaking. i think i've been looking at my phone too long because my eyes started to show spots. i felt trapped.
