I'm done... this week I'm going to a pool house, which I haven't played in a while, so I'm a bit excited. Can't wait. Some of the little things give me so much happiness, yet when I talk about my family & friends, they give me unhappiness & so much dread.
I don't give a shit. I just want to move out of this house.
I'm so done.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song... Killing me softly."
~ Fugees
Good night, Journal.
Morning, Demons.
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Journal Number One
Teen FictionHe was an ordinary student... with only several problems. He had a normal life... until "it" happened. He doesn't know how to cope... so he writes it all down in journals. Hidden in his room. What'll you find? Will you find his smile? Or his happine...
