I must remember why I’m here. When I get sad, or anxious, I must remember my goal; the only thing that really matters to me any more. I must teach, if I do not teach, and learn whilst doing it, everything’s pointless. If I don’t teach those children, I have no other purpose. That’s what puts a smile on my face; imagining those children. The very same children whose parents were once told that their beloved child suffers from a mental disability. I want nothing more than to educate those children to the very best of my and their ability. I crave nothing more than giving them the very best. And in return they shall teach me about their ways, educate me with their own unique personalities and fill my days with smiles.

I want to go to university and study special education.

I want to teach those who need it the most.

They’ll be ‘my’ children.

I love everybody, and nobody, at the same time.

I leave so much unspoken and then allow it to eat away at me. I must stop it.

I am and will be everybody body I’ve ever met or ever will meet.

You buried yourself in the cavity where my heart used to lay, and I’m constantly reminded of your whereabouts as you thrash and flail beneath my skin.

I’m so happy my new journals are finally here! They’re so pretty.

“I am done with my graceless heart, so tonight I’m going to cut it out and then restart.” - Florence + The Machine.

I can’t be angry at you for something you have no control over, although I wish I could. If I was angry, then I could dislike you. And if I disliked you, I wouldn’t want to talk to you. And if I didn’t want to talk to you, maybe I’d be okay. Maybe.

I’m fine. Well, I am now. Right this moment I’m… content. Content, what a funny word; neither happy nor sad, just content.