Dear Diary,
Last night, I finally learnt how to hide my tears and today I start my 4 year journey to the end. It’s been really difficult and I haven’t gotten to terms on how to make this work or how to ever make this go away or even how to make this make sense but I’m so tired.
So today I start my journey to the end. I can’t end it now, I can’t end it tomorrow but I can set up process to the end. Possibly somewhere in the middle I will think oh hell! there’s no point of this and four years will be 8 years and 8 years will be 16. But now it is four and that’s it. I Want to be dead in four years.