Dear Journal
It is the 28th of November, I am 22 now, I have not slept in days, my mind is racing with so many thoughts, about anything and everything.
My ex of 4 years (broke up months ago) just sent me a "happy birthday" in an email. We haven't talked since the break up. In the morning I have
to go to a wake , mass, and a funeral for my co worker who passed, then class, then get hammered and high, with all the real people in my life, who
understand that, everything isn't rainbows and silver spoons. That relationships, and life, are not something that comes easily. It is something that
one works hard for, its patience and perseverance.