I thought writing in my journal would help me.
I thought it would.
Everthing hurts now.
My head is pounding.
Music's lost its spark.
I'm crying now, my mom asks me what's wrong.
I tell her I'm remembering Bambi, everything's fine.
She doesn't persue the matter.
She doesn't care.
Anyone can tell something's wrong.
My vision's blurred.
My head hurts.
I think I'll go to bed now, and not wake up.
Ever.
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