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nothing seems real. i hate this journal because it's an addiction. mina has addictions. mini jawbreaks and putting SHIT in her pockets.
everything is becoming wrong. as soon as one thing starts to get better-- i have an a in chemistry somehow-- another things falls apart. the pieces feel like dried clay. if you get them wet, they'll stick back together, but as soon as it dries it breaks loose again.
i want to curl up and go to sleep. but where? i've no bed. i have my sister's bed. but see, it smells like her. and that room is so her. as it should be. since it's hers. god. and i want to call her and just sob and tell her i need my big sister but i can't.
and that's that.
everything is becoming wrong. as soon as one thing starts to get better-- i have an a in chemistry somehow-- another things falls apart. the pieces feel like dried clay. if you get them wet, they'll stick back together, but as soon as it dries it breaks loose again.
i want to curl up and go to sleep. but where? i've no bed. i have my sister's bed. but see, it smells like her. and that room is so her. as it should be. since it's hers. god. and i want to call her and just sob and tell her i need my big sister but i can't.
and that's that.