Frozen days and freezing time in this journal. Sometimes I look back and wonder... WHO WAS THIS GIRL WHO WROTE THIS? On other days, I remeber exactly where I was and exactly how I felt at the moment - for better or worse. One may think we’re alright/But we need pills to sleep at night/We need lies to make it through the day/We’re not ok One may think we’re doing fine/But if I had to lay it on the line/We’re losing ground with every passing day/We’re not ok