I know I don't have a life and I have so much to say which explains all the 'piled-up' entries but I'm not about to start apologizing for those. I wrote this diary for me.

I'm so contradicting and something is surfacing. And I feel it. And I don't know what it is and it's putting me in a bewildered state, but I don't think I'm bewildered.

And I want you read and tell me what you think because of all these thoughts swarming in my head, but I'm afraid to tell my friends, because I don't want them to worry or because I just can't. I've tried and it doesn't work. So I need someone else. An angel.

Are you an angel? Will you save me?

I don't know what the purpose of writing this is, I'm just tired. And I need to write it some where, and it doesn't matter how many times I've written it, even if it goes on for days. It doesn't matter, and you don't care. And neither do I and that's fine. Let's make it fine.

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