September 17
Ch. 1
September 17, the year… does it matter?? Were all gonna die anyway

The world is spinning so fast. I can’t control it. I’m in a merry go round. It keeps on spinning round and round but it eventually stops. But this is reality. It will never stop. Not here. Not now. Not ever. I’m getting dizzy. Make it stop. I want it to stop. I’m getting nauseous. Uhhh. It’s like a ride that you will never get off of. And I want. Mommy, where did you put it? I want to use it. You know what I’m talking about. C’mon. Give it to me. I want to leave this ride. For good. It’s making me sick. Life=sickness. I can’t handle the pressure of life. All the pressure gains up on me. It’s hard for me.

xoxo <3