I dont know if its my head or my room thats messed up. Somehow the lack of space in the environment you are sleeping in affects you. My room looks like crap, im stepping on newspapers to get across, there are bottles of water on my table and the last bottle i drank from tasted like last week.
These are thoughts, alot of thoughts scattered all over the floor. I should clear them. The books are telling me to think and maybe feel. Sometimes i wish i was more like Nic. Feelings and words- they work hand in hand for her. Im _____ because i find it challenging to express myself.

Pencils are saying that i must free myself.




Sheila, "Can you be abit more normal?"

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