I dont have a journal.
To be fair its probably because the most I can be bothered to write about my day or how I feel is in that stupid staus update thing on Facebook. I've come to think thats just sad!
I'm not writing this with the intention to be read really, I feel like venting. It's because Im alone and I'd talk to myself but the walls are thin and my mum is asleep next door, sick. Hope shes ok. In honesty Im fed up of people being unwell and dying. Two of my primary school friends drove a car into a tree drunk last wek. Ones dead te other has brain damage. Smashing. Its strange to think we all grew up in the same viscinity, when so many of them are dead or on drugs. I start Univeristy in two weeks, doing a History Degree. All im told is that im a financial burden or Im going to hate it and be lonely. I see something else. I see me having climbed a proverbial ladder, I could have fallen off numerous times and almost did, but I fucking made it

To the silent man with the loudest sign, youve given me far too much to think about when im busy doing nothing...
''God gave us the Sabbath to halt climate change.''

peace and regret
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