random journal entries

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Dear Journal,

Today felt like an intense battle from the moment I entered the school gates. The halls were filled with the usual hordes of students, their conversations blending into an indistinct murmur that made me dizzy. I tried to blend in with the crowd, but every step felt like I was walking through quicksand.

Breakfast was a struggle, just the thought of food made my stomach knot. I would grab my food and force myself to swallow small bites as the weight of my eating disorder weighed heavily on my mind. The whisper of my soul echoed in my ear, drowning out the noise of the crowded cafe.

The lessons were not better. The pressure to speak and participate in debates felt like a heavy weight on my chest. My flesh clung to my throat, silencing me amidst the sea of ​​sounds. Fear curled in the pit of my stomach and grew stronger by the minute.

During lunch, the crowded kitchen became my personal nightmare. The cacophony of voices, the pressing of bodies overwhelmed my senses. I retreat into a corner and seek solace in the quiet shadows, away from prying eyes and probing hands.

The afternoon went on, Each cycle lasted forever. I felt the weight of everyone s expectations on me, crushing me under their relentless control. The fear of judgment, of rejection hung heavy in the air and suffocated me with its oppressive presence.

When the final bell rang, I felt worn and worn out from the days trials. Every interaction, every moment of discovery left me raw and vulnerable. And yet, amidst the chaos and struggle, there is a glimmer of hope, a tiny spark of resilience that refuses to be extinguished.

With a heavy heart and a weary mind,
Paxton Graves

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