Category : Diary/Journal

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I don't know who i am.
I dont know how to live.
I don't know how to breath deep enough. Or really truely smile. 
I dont know how to survive these feelings.
I don’t know how to stop them.
I don’t know if im a good mom. Or a helpful teacher either. 
I’m not sure how to stay organized. And. 
I haven't done my laundry. Or cleaned the floor in my room. 
I dont have a bed anymore because its piled with depree. 
I dont leave my house unless I have to. And i hate it when i do.
I don't want to be here. 
I dont want to talk about it.
I dont want their pity. Or sad looks when people speak my name.
I dont want to work for it. 
I dont want to move.
How do you save someone who wants to be saved by magic. 
No real concrete work, because I would fuck that up too. 
I want to want to be better. 
But i just dont see the point. 
I see myself third person and I just shes not worth saving. 
But what do I know?

I don’t know.