Should this be a journal entry or literature thing, also it’s work in progress I write whenever I get some ideas or just in some writing mood (which is super rare)
This school year should be easy for me, but I'm scared and lost, mad and sad, everywhere I look to go I find a shadow, a memory that haunts me, big and little, I'm losing it all, putting it out to friends only to turn around and have it back at me, I'm losing it, I'm breaking, I'm dying, idk what to do, who to ask, who to be with, all I've done is harm, perhaps harm is my purpose?, no it can't be I strive to be great I strive to move on and push ahead through my haunting sha