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Friday, November 2, 2018


Dearest Jesus, I know I don't have to write elaborate... You might not expect that from me.... I don't have very many thoughts lately because not to many things influence my thinking... I feel like I am ok... Mainly the things I wonder about other people s opinions about myself.... I really don't have the money or company for movies or vacation.... I don't think I can hardly afford groceries..... I don't really have to much to complain about anymore.... What others done wrong... They just dropped out of my life.... I explained what I could.... But it seems like my side of things never mattered I don't feel I Kno w what I am talking about.... Why..... anything.., nothing to much.... I see a counselor three or four times now.... I feel like what I do doesn't mean anything....the things I like to do... I have no one to impress... I could walk to volunteer for work or go to the mental health club house... I'm just alone... Theree always someone here to say hi too.... I'm frustrated.... And I feel strained... I feel like I am not getting my point. Across when I ask for help someone to talk too.... I say a whole lot of nothing I just hurt... Mainly the front of my head and the back of my throat... Why I don't understand

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