I’m running in circles. I’ve started my college work and I think I’ve hit a wall already with the inside cover. I’m making a junk journal and I can’t fish out the good stuff in my head and I can’t word anything right anymore. I sound stupid writing and I sound even more stupid talking, I wanna throw up and sleep on the floor.
I miss him. I got through the 3 days of mourning but now I just feel bitter checking my messages; I think I’m gonna throw my phone away. It’s so old and mashed up, it’s not like I benefit from having it around. I just get weird comments and looks anyway.
The people around me aren’t doing me any good… I think I need to eat less..