Oh Journal—What do I do? It seems like anything I try to do or say always go wrong. … Read more
My day was poopy-di scoop.
I’m going to die, I swear to God I’m going to die if this sickness doesn’t go away. … Read more
Hi Journal, it’s been a while. This is going to be my second reflection on my freshman year … Read more
I’m having one of my depressive episodes again. My episodes occur frequently, but this is the first one … Read more
I was a fool.
I don’t think I would be living on Earth right now if it wasn’t for my sister. I … Read more
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
Here I am. Suffering on a place I exist not by my choice.
I have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
It’s late and I am restless.