The true stories of Emma

January 13 ish. 3:42 AM.

I'm getting a cold and my nose and knees hurt. My mind: killll meee... Kiilll meee..

Me: I'm sorry mind but I don't have a shotgun.

I guess I gotta live this out.

I haven't slept all night and my mom is probably gonna let me stay home.

I feel like collapsing from exhaustion. But Ya know. If I try to lay down my nose clogs up and I can't breath. Hahaha. KILLLL MEEEEE. Hush brain nobody asked you. I might scrap this book. Idk. Comment on this sentence right about... Here.. On if I should continue. I'm gonna go think about life and how horrible I feel right now. I'll update the other books later today.. Nyah...