Today has been a very nostalgic day. I found a lot of art and writing, as well as camera pictures, from eighth grade. I don't know how I can be so downtrodden at times, and so happy and joyful at others. It doesn't make sense to me. I guess that's what I get for being stoic for a year. Now that I've got these emotions again, I don't understand them.
I feel so lonely. I shouldn't. I shouldn't feel guilty, jealous, sorry, or so many of these emotions. But I do. I don't want to. Can't they go away?
Where'd my spine go? I want it back. Please give it back.