Mental Physical Trial
I got pain again.
This time it's up my left arm.
Only my left.
My entire left side is getting worse,
and my ribs.
I cut my hair shorter
I wanted a change.
It's getting sad now,
no matter how many times I get online
there is no one I want to talk to.
Even if they are online.
I just feel like its not worth it.
I want to do things but I lack the interest.
I want to talk to people,
but again I don’t want to.
I feel things,
and
I don't want to feel.
I just want me and my music.
I want a hug.
I am not depressed
nor do I want my situation to depress others.
I just...idk what anymore.
Maybe I just need more rest.
That usually helps.
I feel weak
I just want to sleep for a while.
The dreams are getting worse tho
Not bad worse
Just more real
Telling me about what school will be like.
Its so weird.
All I can do is Hope.
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