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March 10th 2010.
TL, 7:22.
The coffee tastes bitter. Everything's paler in my eyes. It doesn't show on the outside, but today I don't know what happened. It was weird.
Everything hurts, on the inside and out. I don't know what it is.
I want to be myself. I want to be normal. I don't want to be this. There was a time when I wouldn't eat, there was a time when I used to throw up what I ate. Even if it doesn't seem like it. Part of me misses that. There was a time when I cut myself. Part of me misses that.
My throat hurts and everything fucked. I know I should stop smoking, but fuck it.
When I'm like this I can't think about me, my feelings that much. It's so hard. I can't. I just it all out until I can be happy again, whenever my mind lets me to be happy.

Why am I not normal?

Why don't I believe in a God?

Why do I have to be like this?


Why, why, why?

I want help.

I don't want help.

There's Fionnuala and there's Fin. I don't know which one I am. I don't know who I am.

I don't know.