Introduction

Sometimes, I feel like I am slowly fading. I don't feel like myself. And that's the problem... I feel. Even when it hurts, even when I don't want to, even when I'm numb; I feel everything. My emotions are strong enough to take me to dark places when the color of the world slips into an endless abyss of grey. If I could touch my soul, perhaps it would stain my skin black and I would laugh at the irony.

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This is a mood journal.

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Cover is made by me.

Copyright © 2021 Josie Marie