No one reads the shit I post. I don't blame them. I wouldn't.

I'm sick of this. I really am.

Thing is, I don't even feel sad. Not really. Not like depressed or anything.

I just feel empty. I just feel like there's no point doing anything any more.

I still do stuff. When people look at me. When people see me.

I'll work, I'll play, I'll smile.

But I rarely write any more. I don't play guitar. I don't cuddle my...

My arm aches and I wish that the holidays would last longer. I'm scared for my exams.

I don't want to go out today but my boyfriend expects me to. And so does my sister.

I want to curl up and go to sleep but I can't. I've been sleeping really rough recently.