May 21 | 9:01 PM (Journal Entry #1 )
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I don’t feel good.
Depressed for some reason.
Not sad.
Not irritated.
Just so tired.
So uninterested.
So detached.
I was fine this morning.
Better at least.
Now my head hurts and
I don’t know why.
Now tears are filling my eyes.
Breathe them back in,
Don’t let them fall.
Breathe them back in,
Let them flood your heart.
Let them drown your chest
And make it hard to breathe.
I long for the day it all slips out.
It feels so good to cry, to weep.
But it’s been so long.
Trying to write myself a fucking poem.
Just stop.
Speak.
I have nothing to say.
I never do when I feel like this.
Otherwise I can talk.
I like the person I am when I’m feeling fine.
But that’s only sometimes and it’s unpredictable.
How can I believe in myself?
How can I trust myself?
When I want nothing more than to not be awake?
I tell myself that I must persist, but why?
For those I love.
For those who love me.
My family.
My little brother.
But what about those without family?
How are there people who feel like me and don’t go through with it?
What are their reasons?
Who am I to be a leader when I myself want to burn?
You’re not you right now, Chris.
You’re consumed.
Let these thoughts pass.
Maybe in the morning you will be better.
Breathe.
Sleep.
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