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This journal is unnerving. With lined paper, there's always lots of lines to fill in the spaces I don't write in. But here, it's an endless expanse of white. It makes me feel pressured to write a lot and fill up every piece of this expanse with a character. Unfortunately, the pressure makes my mind go blank and, well, you see what happens. You get entries like this.
I'm just not the type of girl that can pour her heart out on the internet for all to see. I like my heart, and I like keeping it to myself and those close to me...
School is starting again, and as it gets darker earlier, I can feel the fall depression coming on. However this year I'm oddly calm. I'm not trying to run away from the inevitable hysteria that awaits me. I've either smartened up or just given up. We'll just have to see, now won't we?
The world is void of sincerity, and I find myself pursuing high marks rather than good education. I've given in to the horrible pattern of the North American education system.
And this is what I mean. I don't get enough sleep, and it makes me very tired and very cranky and very cynical.
I'm just not the type of girl that can pour her heart out on the internet for all to see. I like my heart, and I like keeping it to myself and those close to me...
School is starting again, and as it gets darker earlier, I can feel the fall depression coming on. However this year I'm oddly calm. I'm not trying to run away from the inevitable hysteria that awaits me. I've either smartened up or just given up. We'll just have to see, now won't we?
The world is void of sincerity, and I find myself pursuing high marks rather than good education. I've given in to the horrible pattern of the North American education system.
And this is what I mean. I don't get enough sleep, and it makes me very tired and very cranky and very cynical.