Dear Wolrd,
I think i dont belong here, and yet, i havent completey extinguished myself. I wish i could explain everything, but it seems i cant even explain it to myself at the moment. I havent writtin anything else to my book, because im stuck. Im always getting stuck in life, but i cannot be stuck in writing. I need this, this is the only thing that can keep me sane. Writing is like im putting together a puzzle, but the puzzle is me. I just cant get stuck or ill forget about it, and slowly undo it again. I hope life isnt always going to be this terrifying. I worry about things that arent my fault, nor are they my business. I feel like thats my curse, me caring about everyone else more than myself. I dont mind it i guess, but i think it would be nice to be happy sometimes. Anyways, i must go now, thank you for reading.
Yours,