it's so hard to explain... this sadness that doesn't seem to have an origin. No cause, no obvious solution.
And while I'm struggling through it, daily decisions are getting harder, basic schoolwork is not getting done. I'm floundering at the most important time.
I try to put it into words, and i can't. Crying and telling someone that you're sad does not exactly give them anything to go on.
I can't believe I'm letting myself down like this. Is it too much to ask that I just hold it together for ten more weeks? That's really not so much.
11:36 a.m. - 2003-02-09
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