Maybe this journal should be called "wreckingball".
Nothing i write will ever have any worth.
I should be able to see a counseller tomorrow. I have no idea how this will help. Perhaps they can tell me, it's completely normal to feel these things
DAMMIT!!!
Nothing can change this. Not cutting, not fucking, not sleeping, drinking, painting, drawing, nothing will ever change this.
you're far too impatient.
,boy,
--/-kira
I don't like this entry, for obvious reasons. I would argue with it, but I would probably just end up upsetting myself, and typing myself into knots.