Dear Diary,

Can human beings be trusted? Can friendships be real? I'm starting to question myself about life and it scares me a lot.

Suspicions. Rumors. False beliefs. Things. Words.

I wondered to myself - why? 

Why what? - I have absolutely no idea.

Today, I looked into the mirror and all I saw was myself - frail and unhappy. 

Many things are crossing my mind at the speed of lightning. A little too much to my liking. 

I'm starting to wonder if I've put too much effort into things that doesn't require me to do so. 

I'm tired of it. It might be time. Soon. 

I don't know.

It's starting to feel like it.