My Diary?

My Diary? My Diary?

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So I started writing what I guess you can call a diary. Basically, whenever I was overwhelmed with thoughts, I would write it all down on a sheet of paper. I put them all in a tissue box to save them, and now here we are. So here's about a school years worth of deep thinking on my part.
Enjoy my personal thoughts ;)
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Summary

So I started writing what I guess you can call a diary. Basically, whenever I was overwhelmed with thoughts, I would write it all down on a sheet of paper. I put them all in a tissue box to save them, and now here we are. So here's about a school years worth of deep thinking on my part.
Enjoy my personal thoughts ;)

Chapter1 (v.1) - My Diary?

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So I started writing what I guess you can call a diary. Basically, whenever I was overwhelmed with thoughts, I would write it all down on a sheet of paper. I put them all in a tissue box to save them, and now here we are. So here's about a school years worth of deep thinking on my part.
Enjoy my personal thoughts ;)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 11, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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October 4, 2011

Some people might consider me strong...others weak. Today...I dont know how I consider myself. I could say strong, because I know that I will always get through things and things will get better. But I feel weak. Not because it still bothers me after what? 5 years? 6? But because after all this time, I havent figured out how to deal with it. Gah. I'm done thinking about this right now. >.<

(This was all about my mom, talking about her handicap issues.)

11:48am

Oh mom...:/ I wish I could describe you. I just cant. Know that I'll always love the REAL you. But this drugged, emotional...broken mother...I can't love that. But she's not YOU! I miss the real you.

I wonder what would happen if you took away all the drugs, the cigarretes, all the meds...would *you* be back? Or are you lost forever?

Sigh....that moment when you realize how alone you really are.

12:40pm

Last person taking my test...embarrasing >.<


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