Dear Diary,
I just feel like, I don't have the right to feel not okay, I don't have the right to complain. There are times that I just say to myself I'm tired and not okay but the other part of me will tell me why would you feel tired? Why are you not okay? You're okay. You have a bed to sleep on, food to eat, parents who never pressure you, you have a good life so what's your right to complain? Your mom who done so much but you never heard her complain, so why are you not okay?. You're okay. I don't know anymore. I don't know myself, I don't know what part of me I will listen to. I'm going crazy. I can't handle this heavy feeling. Omg, I'm crazy. You know for a moment I realize I'm just being dramatic. Oh my gosh. I'm okay. Very okay. Yeah, maybe I'm just lonely. Yeah, I think I'm just lonely. And that's okay. But you know sometimes, it's just hard to breathe. There's also a lot of voices in my head, it's so noisy. Sometimes it's too quiet. But I think it's just my imagination. Normal, I think. But I don't want to move. I don't want to attend class. My eyes are tired. I'm not crying okay, I just feel like crying. But I don't want to cry. I thought I'm okay. These are so messed up. But at least it's raining. I can sleep with this.
Bye.