I don't have anything to say when someone wonderful asks me what's wrong, because I don't know. There's something just fucked up with me and I have no idea what it is. I get so depressed by nothing. Or everything. I can't tell. I get so sick of everything about my life and I don't know. I just feel like there is no point in anything. At all. I am just so sick of having to think and worry about every bit of school work or everything that goes slightly wrong with my family or whatever.
I'm going to go lie in bed and pretend that sleep is my best friend. I don't really want to sleep now because I know I'll get these certain dreams and yeah okay fdjkalfsdfasdfjk I'm done goodnight
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