A world folding inward in Journal 2022

Revised: 01/15/2022 10:50 p.m.

  • Jan. 15, 2022, 6 a.m.
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I feel like I’m dying.

I keep seeing things, feeling things. I’m growing worried but I have to stay strong. In a dying world one must be reborn. Is this what rebirth is meant to feel like? Who knows, I laid in bed and saw snow. Inside. In my bedroom. I wasn’t real, none of its ever real. A part of me must be scared because I’ve sent friends some strange messages, I’m to cowardly to beg for help. I feel like I’m losing myself, that I’m literally falling apart. I’m so lost.


Last updated January 15, 2022


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