Dear Diary.

I hope this gets over before my birthday.

My birthday is an other regular day but having some peace would be a good birthday gift.

I don’t think I can take this any longer.

I’m depleted and beyond exhausted.

When I was out soaking sunlight today morning,

I was thinking it would be so wonderful to get married on Christmas.

If all goes well, I want to get married on that day.

I love december so much already.

(Ginny I know you are reading this, I miss you so much. I’m literally losing it waiting this way.)

I miss reading but I don’t want to pick up a book now. I cannot handle the taunting anymore.

No, no more.

I don’t want the suicidal feeling to hit me when I’m already so exhausted.

Hence l’m staying away.

So it’s just music these days.

Lots and lots of it.

Half the time I’m non existent. I don’t know just lost in this haze of what’s going on.

Today I have period cramps and I don’t see myself getting up from my beanbag in foreseeable future.

I might just rot and watch YouTube and music.

Ttyl.