The Frozen Melody

06.Diary39.

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1st year. Winter. Day 39

Name: Tyson

I was instructed to write my thoughts down on in a journal if I didn't want to tell it to anyone. It is suppose to help me deal with my memories.

I'm not sure I believe that, but at this point, it doesn't hurt to try.

Mr.Anderson is my shrink. He smells like pine tree, and I wonder if he goes into the forest a lot.

I'm supposed to talk about my nightmares. I can't sleep and it's affecting my functionality.

But maybe this is the dream, and if I go to sleep here, I'll wake up in the real world.

Back on that table.

I should have made myself ran harder toward the exit.

I must have grown weak over the calm years before.

That's what I get for letting myself slack off in the peace.

If I had just forced myself last a little longer and gotten to the exit. Just a little bit more.

But no point wishing for the impossible.

I fell and ended up in that bright room with the hard metal table.

I don't want to wake up.

This is writing is stupid. My thoughts are all over the place and I don't think it's helping me at all.

I feel sick

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