I don't even know who I am anymore. This is bad. This is very bad. I don't know if it's just because I feel like I have no one to talk to or anything, but I cannot handle my beingness right now. I was looking back at old pictures and all I'm thinking is: "Who is that girl and why does she look so happy?"
I'm not happy right now. I don't know what I am. I don't know how I could be happy. My mind is racing. My mind is stale. I don't know what to make of myself. Why am I like this? What happened to the girl I used to be?
I'm just dwelling in my own filth of a life. Wallowing. Thinking.
Too much on my mind. It's hard to put pen to paper even. I just... don't even know anymore.
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