So close...

OH MY GARSH. THIS SEMESTER IS ALMOST OVERRR.
 I could cry.  I probably will cry when it ends.  I am so ready to be done.  
I've been working on my comic for class for the last few hours.  I am a sleepy child.  I want to camp on the beach.  I think I am going to do that this summer.  I just am overwhelmingly for the nonsense to be over.  To finally sleep without worrying about homework.  Ohhhhh I can't wait.  3 more days.

Magic...

I love Disney movies.

That is all.

Cut Cut Cut...

I gotta keep writing on this thing.  I don't want to just quit on it.  I have a real tangible journal and I never write in it.  I use to quite often.  It's almost ten years old now and it's incredibly interesting and sad to read.  I was the saddest child ever and still just as sad.  What was the point of therapy? and meds for that matter?  Sadness everywhere in my heart and in my soul and it never goes away.  I shake when no one is looking, I swell tears in my eyes when no one is there, I am always a circus balancing act in front of everyone to watch and laugh at.  Who am I? Why am I like this?  Why the self mutilation?  Why am I not better?