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11/15/10 Deep into the moon Every night I stare Knowing all my life We drift away from a pair It's clearly hidden Behind dark shaded clouds Weakens me how it's just I Gazing up at this light I have a deep connection To this giant ball of rock I don't understand the world How easily they all forgot It is there every night Un-moving from its place This bright, small, dusty thing Outshining the stars in space It's teased, mocked, and cast down upon Amazingly it still shines through On the blackness that it is strawn Without a care, it still stays strong Because it knows where it belongs My watch beeps in rhythm I look u

Hello journal, is that how you would start it? Stupid therapists, making me write a mood journal. The date is April 17, 1993. My name is Kyle Yagger. I’m thirteen years old. I have short-ish brown hair. And… I have brown eyes. I’m tall and skinny. Lanky I guess. I don’t really have anything to put in this right now. Friday April 23, 1993 Mood: annoyed Dr. Jackson got on my case for not writing in you for a while. And I have to express my emotions in this. I am annoyed because everyone is getting on my case about things.. Did you write in your journal? Did you do your homework? You’re seeing a therapist? Are you a