no ones gonna read this idk why i'm talking but i'm bored and it's 10:34 on december 10,2020.
(update: i'm rereading through this bc it's now chapter 3 but it's now 10:56.)
i've always really liked writing dates on stuff. everything. i write dates on random papers. i write dates on everything. i want to cherish these weird memories i have to look back on.
it's terrible.
it's sad.
i grew up in a world so full of hate. everyone brainwashed by media and by technology. i mean i know kids who don't read books.
hell, i quit reading books for the longest time. it hurts my heart. my heart is hurting today.
i hope one day things are easier.
simpler.
one day i will wake up and feel content.
happy to be here.
happy to be alive.
i'm not suicidal (atleast i know i'd never do the deed) but some days just hurt.
i don't want to get out of bed.
well i do.
actually,
i would love to.
to get out of bed, get ready, and feel refreshed.
instead,
i wake up sad,
hopeless.
i feel like i'm lost.
i miss waking up in the mornings being excited for life. i was full of hope. i wanted to go to a good college, make my family proud, get married, maybe adopt some kids.
now i'm hoping to graduate high school.
i'm not suicidal,
no,
i'm fucking tired.
11:03 pm december 10 2020
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Poetrythis is a book about my life! my first poetry book. talks about various topics such as: life, dealing with death, sexuality, anxiety, depression, falling in and out of love, etc. writing has always been a way for me to express myself. i hope my...
