I've been really stressed over the past few days. It's like I can't even relax. Even at this moment I have countless thoughts running through my head. I need a break.

everyone goes away in the end.

( i cause nothin' but trouble, i understand if you can't talk to me again )

can i stay and say nothing at all, work each day, all for nothing at all.
the few words i say mean nothing at all. drift away into nothing at all.
find the grace to be nothing at all. fade away and end up nothing at all.

( i only like to write this down on the good days. )

i'm going to explode.

in the end, its as bad as it looks.

( it was just a stupid letter )

i love to sing.

i'm so lonely..

have you ever felt suicidal simply because you felt so aimless, bored, and lonely?

yeah, me neither.

so i collided, and it feels as though i'm never getting up again.

(and i can't swerve to save your life 'cause then i'll lose control)

how long, really, before i break?

(tell me how long i've got)

i can't choose.

(let it come soon)

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I should write in here. I don't have enough to say for one diary, let alone two.

I hope I'm 129 again tomorrow.