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When it rains, it pours.
Isn't it amazing how one day you can feel like you're on top of the world and then the next feel so helpless and pathetic?
And I feel like this journal is nothing but a stupid vent to all my frustration. Its just a huge collection, a log of terrible feelings with times and dates on them. Well, throw another on the pile because things are just fucking stupendous right now let me tell you.
another sorrow-filled, angsty, melancholy entry brought to you by,
The Constant Struggle
Signed,
me.
Isn't it amazing how one day you can feel like you're on top of the world and then the next feel so helpless and pathetic?
And I feel like this journal is nothing but a stupid vent to all my frustration. Its just a huge collection, a log of terrible feelings with times and dates on them. Well, throw another on the pile because things are just fucking stupendous right now let me tell you.
another sorrow-filled, angsty, melancholy entry brought to you by,
The Constant Struggle
Signed,
me.