Her Journal
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Well I've been meaning to start writing in a actual journal for very long time because if I didn't start getting my feelings/thoughts/ideas of my chest soon, I was pretty much close to getting insane; with the amount of things I never get of my chest in any form that I have constantly going around and around in my head like a never ending merry-go-round. This is the most that I've got to "writing out my thoughts." I need to get my thoughts out there. (not in a book because there is still the possibility of someone I know finding it and seeing things they have no clue that I'm going through. I prefer this way because I'm anonymous) yet I never want to speak to anybody, people try but I always feel like they - no one really wants to know, they don't actually want to dig deeper and know what it is that has changed a girl in so many ways that I can even begin to explain. Though I want to try through this, I don't know if anyone will see this but hey for now this seems like a good idea, maybe someone will relate guess this is what's going to be my escape; in terms of getting away from "it" and finally putting my thoughts out there and maybe someone will relate.
From the mess,
that is
my life.
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