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I could talk to E about hofulwith the in the world is unjust

She's right

But I don't want her being pissed for me

I'm plenty pissed myself It's just I can never quite find the words to express it Not verbally Not to anyone else

The only place where I can really get s out is my journal

I've always loved pouring ht word It's hts turn into a juet fuzzy Overwhelmed

My head goes to dark places

Last year,to dark places all the tiot sick It wasn't for any reason, really

It was like falling asleep It happened slowly, then all at once Food stopped tasting good Everything I read—even The Hunger Ga Parties, hangouts, and study sessions stopped appealing

I didn't hang out with anyone but Emma

And I didn't even want to see Emma It was sootDisney movies at her place every afternoon

Otherwise, I didn't do anything but go to school and work But even that felt so hard Like there was always a ten-pound weight on my chest

I couldn't sleep I couldn't think I didn't even want Brendon

I was empty

I started seeing a therapist According to her, I have high functioning depression Instead of falling apart and doing nothing, I channel