Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
What is wrong with me? 'Cos I'm fine between the lines. Be not afraid; help is on its way. A sentence suspended in air...
Way over there.
Dear Diary,
What else could it be? As nightshade descends like a veil under the sail of my heart. Be still, don't stop until the end.
Dear Dairy,
Easter was a month ago. It was a month ago that I decided to miss my flight (which I probably didn't have anyway) and stay in LA. I am not there. Where am I? I don't know, I'm getting lost. I don't know what to do. I feel depressed whenever I think about doing anything. My head is running in circles.
My mom's home today. She's home from work a lot lately. (Yet she won't even consider driving with me to LA.) I'm trying not to cry in front of her, just like I always did before. It probably only encourages her denial, just like it always did before.
The "new" Eva seems to be fading, I can't tell the difference between now and then. I know that I made progress, but right now it feels like it doesn't matter. Like it doesn't matter if that happened.
Didn't I already do this? I shouldn't have come back at all.
I felt so confident when I first got back here. I felt FREE. I could do what I wanted, stand up for myself regarding my parents and they would HAVE to let me go. But now, I don't understand what I'm supposed to do. I don't feel free at all.
What is wrong with me? 'Cos I'm fine between the lines. Be not afraid; help is on its way. A sentence suspended in air...
Way over there.
Dear Diary,
What else could it be? As nightshade descends like a veil under the sail of my heart. Be still, don't stop until the end.
Dear Dairy,
Easter was a month ago. It was a month ago that I decided to miss my flight (which I probably didn't have anyway) and stay in LA. I am not there. Where am I? I don't know, I'm getting lost. I don't know what to do. I feel depressed whenever I think about doing anything. My head is running in circles.
My mom's home today. She's home from work a lot lately. (Yet she won't even consider driving with me to LA.) I'm trying not to cry in front of her, just like I always did before. It probably only encourages her denial, just like it always did before.
The "new" Eva seems to be fading, I can't tell the difference between now and then. I know that I made progress, but right now it feels like it doesn't matter. Like it doesn't matter if that happened.
Didn't I already do this? I shouldn't have come back at all.
I felt so confident when I first got back here. I felt FREE. I could do what I wanted, stand up for myself regarding my parents and they would HAVE to let me go. But now, I don't understand what I'm supposed to do. I don't feel free at all.