I feel so frightened. It’s like the house is haunted or maybe I’m just haunted. I’m going around and turning on all the lights and shutting all the doors. Scared to call someone in case my mum comes home and ruins the conversation. Trying to play some silly music but it’s just getting me more rattled. I’ve been sitting here for hours with a piece of paper in front of me and haven’t drawn anything. I feel so shaken.
Make some good internet friends.
Grrrr this art block is killing me
All I can think about non-stop is the story I want to write. It’s such a sad story, too. Oh well.
It was great sharing a room with my best school friend because when we talked about big serious stuff it was at night and it was dark and she couldn’t see that I was crying.
People who are frightened of the Universe worry me. The infinity of the Universe can make people scared, I understand that. I think that they forget that although they are just one small part of something amazingly complex and vast, there are also small parts within us humans — humans which are similarly amazing complex and vast. Perhaps what our planet is to the Universe is what one cell is to the body. The Universe and big and scary and people are also equally daunting.
Finding it very difficult to sleep. There are so many people I want to talk to but have nothing to say. I feel so stupid and hopeless.