Dear Journal
Last night I just lay
in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually around six this morning I fell
asleep. For 12 hours I was comatose. Upon waking I didn’t do much. Dad cooked
fish for dinner. We watched some TV and I tried writing. It failed.
I just don’t seem to
care today.
Maybe tomorrow this
Kingdom will be better.
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