I found an old journal entry I wrote, thought I’d share. It’s kinda how I’ve been feeling lately.

“I guess there’s a bit of frustration. I tried doing the thing where I walked away but it just ended in frustration, and I stopped writing. No I don’t feel suppressed. I just feel very stiff and I’m starting to contradict myself.

I tell myself if I delete these things then I’ll feel better. Well that’s not really the case. These don’t make me obsessive. Wouldn’t it be my doing rather than these? I don’t really get what I’m supposed to do then.

Maybe I’m lonely. I don’t know. My mind is just so filled with crap.

It’ll be the first time I cried in a while. Yeah because you’re holding it all in. Telling yourself that as long as you don’t cry you’ll get better. Tell me, has it gotten any better?

You wouldn’t have cried so easily if you were okay.”