1 Today

9:28 pm

I was at a sleepover today, and as per usual I didn't sleep because I don't like sleeping in places other than my own bed.

It was eerie and silent, it was pure bliss. Away from my family, chaos, kids, and chores. I finally had a day off.

Sometimes it's a total chore to get up in the morning and just live through the day. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here, how I got here. What did I do to deserve this? I wish I had answers.

9:33 pm

I sort of wrecked my only source I use to vent, and it's totally my fault. I broke someone into a million pieces and I didn't even mean to. I feel like I don't even have a safe place to vent. I can't keep a journal because my parents are strict, and they would probably read through it. This right here is what is between me, and a mental breakdown. Welcome to my wacky life.

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