Diary Entry #1
I’m a dreamer, someone that believes in fairytales, and love stories for into that category.
I spend the majority of my time scrolling through the feeds of all the apps that are supposed to connect me with people, supposed to keep my friends and family closer ... but sometimes it feels like they’re the enemy, I’m not talking about my friends and family.
All I see is people is either despair and people suffering or people trying hard succeeding or failing. I wish for is true be false and only what is fake put fear, doubt and therefore confusion within myself.
I fear that the me of today is not enough, not doing enough for my confused future self. But I must be doing something because everyday my back hurts and my shoulders feel heavy...










