Saturday 11:57 pm
All I did today was do homework. I don't understand any of it but I finished it.
I can't stop thinking. My brain is constantly thinking. Whether it's about school or friends or the past, anything.
I hate it a lot. Everything just seems to have a better solution than the one I did before. It's like past outcomes are worse than future decision.
If that makes sense at all.
Anyway I'm done, I did nothing so yeah bye.
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Fanfiction"Well, what makes you sad?" I fucking hate that question. Depression isn't about being fucking sad. I can't control what I fucking feel anymore. One minute I'm happy and shit and the next I wanna rip the veins from my arms out from under my skin...
