Jan. Wed. 26/11

Nothing to do. Nothing to do. I am so bored. I've got nothing to do. I feel as if my brain is turning to mush. I can't concentrate, the whole world blurs together. Everything is the same. Nothing will ever change. I'm tired. Stretched too thin. I'm hungry. Wishing to be thin, wishing to no longer be in this skin.

But I've got nothing to do. My music is playing in my ears but its just white noise; it once was beautiful, gorgeous now it falls on dead ears. I'm so bored. I wish had something to do. I can't seem to do anything right my mind is kind of just going numb….yah know?

Nah I doubt you know…… Who ever you are. I hope you don't have to feel this numb feeling that I feel now. I'm so bored. I'm so tired. Not just because I got like five hours of sleep. But I'm tired of reading, of writing, of striving high when I know I'll just fail. I am tired of living this fake lie for these people who don't love me, who wouldn't care if I was gone.

Class starts soon. So I'll be going now. Even though there is no point. Just go with the flow – it's what I do best. I hope we hit a waterfall.