blog - Excerpt from Diary, 2/28/25

It's been a few days. Not particularly rough days. Theres been good happening. I don't know why I feel this [way]. I keep living. I keep doing what I know I must. I even have been doing things for fun [when I get a chance]. I know one thing, [...] I'll pull myself up. I know I can, and I know I'm capable.
I feel less disosciated than I did [the past few days]. I'm just still not all the way there. I get this feeling like that I want to be entirely [non-existent], but I know that won't solve my problems.
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It's been raining on and off, not too much. [...] Rain makes me feel gross. I can't even remember anything. [...] there's just nothing. Literally nothing. No memories. [I] try and piece it together. [I can't.]

-Jemma, 4/1/25