May 4th, nighttime
So..... I had to read a couple of people's journals.... I felted weak.... tired... kinda crying a bit. It's like life isn't unfair, although it's what it is and.... I just kept on seeing what I'm saying. Besides, everyone just keeps saying 'breath in breath out' and I'm over here like, "can you like... listen, I perfectly like it when you say it as a stress out moment but like... NOT! Say that please? I don't give two craps about breath in or breath out, I........ I'm sorry..... it's just too much, ok? It's too damn much for me to see; listen; all of it! I wanna........ I wanna end it all." I sawed way too much on WattPad. And boy do I blame WattPad, I mean. I like WattPad, because you can make friends and stuff.... but all this. It's too much for me. I mean, it ain't like I'm gonna leave everything behind... it's just too much, I don't wanna have a break... I wanna help as many people as I can....... I really do.... and I won't let me dreams be crushed and let it become trash... I gotta be who I am..... but who am I, exactly?
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