March 1, 2017,
It’s already March. Somehow.
March 2, 2017,
The other kids have been trying to cheer me up lately. Not that it’s working.
March 3, 2017,
I’m losing motivation to keep writing in this stupid journal.
March 4, 2017,
I feel like my heart is encased in tar.
March 5, 2017,
I have a bad feeling. Like something’s going to happen.
March 7, 2017,
If I had a fully loaded gun aimed strai...