My mind feels so dark. So empty. Lately I’ve been forgetting really simple things. It goes back to not know what I really like, what I really love. The feeling comes and goes. Sometimes I am so full of joy, so content, other times I can barely stand being awake because I’m an irritated, angry person.
I don’t remember anything much from previous years. When I sit and think I am only 19 years old, it just gets so much worse. I feel like i’m anicent, and that my heart is wrinkled.
I cut my hair off because it was damaged. I really think I did it because I want to show people me. I don’t want this big security blanket anymore. I don’t want to be beautiful because of my hair, I want to be beautiful because my soul shines through.
It’s so scary to me. I’m not this sad, angry person.