5/19/19

12 a.m.

I just want to shove myself into a cannon and shoot myself to Jupiter. Time is dragging on so slowly and no one is here.

3 p.m.

The things I say to people are not supposed to leave my mouth. I'm not supposed to tell people what I think or what's on my mind. I need to keep it to myself. I need to think about what I should say and what is okay to say. Don't say things until I've thought about what to say.

I like my job because it keeps my mind busy. If I'm thinking about something else, then I can drown the noise in my head. Sometimes I can't understand the way other people think. But I shouldn't ever say what I think out loud- because no one thinks the same as me.

I need to think about myself, to myself. Don't let others in anymore.


I've forgotten how to keep to myself in the world, because I tried to long to see if I could find a friend.
It's no wonder people get sick of me, I get sick of my own damn self.


I feel like I'm living in my own world because no one is here.