Well, I have had an okay day so far. Seems like the days get longer the older you get, I don't even know how to cope with it.
My emotion: neutral Not really anything there.
I have been writing, thinking, singing, staying at home. Hopefully tomorrow will be better? I'm not sure what to think of my life so far, but I know it's harder than it was when I was seven. I don't want to complain, but this is my journal, correct?
Over the course of my year, I have seen shady or what you call "mysterious" people practically following me around, maybe paranoia? Maybe I'm hallucinating?
My thoughts are, perhaps I just pick these men out, and they feel my stare.
But I see the same men, how can it possibly not be a party or a band of men?
Paranoid.
That's what I am.
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Darling Demented
We're all crazy,
We're all mad.
All that's left is a thimble full of sanity, we thought we never had
We're all mad.
All that's left is a thimble full of sanity, we thought we never had