Dear Diary,
I wanna stop thinking about escaping. Life isn't a movie. I could be thinking its shitty rn but if I make a stupid decision to escape I'd look back to where I am rn and say I was in a better place. I'm tired and I wanna whine and I wanna complain and I wanna sleep like everyone else do, but it feels like if I do any of those im the only one who gets punished and its not like that punishment is temporary so I could just shut up, no, it's permanent.
I try my best to be optimistic, I see the good side of everything, every bad things that's happening to me. But like why? I'm. JESUS!
Maybe I just need to breathe maybe im overreacting, maybe im being too sensitive.