I feel sick.
My stomach is burning and my eyes keep blurring up.
Why is everything so confusing.
Most importantly though; why don't I care?
I'm glad I force myself to write in here and my diary.
I'll one day read back and see where I went wrong.
Even if it pains me to write these things anywhere.
Because I can't write.
And I know one day my secrets that I've written will become unravelled.
Not so much in my blog.
But my diary holds secrets that shouldn't be secrets.
They should be fantasy.
But life has betrayed me.
Life has made it reality.
My life is like a children's story book.
Only everything is backwards.
Nothing is right like in the books.
This has been another post from yours truly,
.x AntidoteForTheViolentHills
