So I've somehow managed to make it to Wednesday... and I have no idea how. I find that my mind has been shattered. The looking glass is no longer whole, and I cannot pick the pieces up lest I wish to cut myself. All that I'm waiting for right now is the seven years of misfortune.
... Who am I kidding, it's already started, it did a long time ago, but I didn't want to see. I don't want to see. People are acting weirder in school now - though how do I know if it's just in my head or not? They might be acting normal for all I know, in fact, so many things in my life might just be illusions... I'm finding it harder than ever to discern the truth from the lies. The lies which my head makes up.
I'm... overusing ellipses so much. I'm sorry for my incoherence, I'm sorry for my random bursts of anger and my "inappropriate" behaviour. It's never been this hard to control before. I'm afraid that if I continue to write, I'll just become even more pitiful, or worse - I'll start rambling nonsense again.