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Sorry

I'm sorry about my outburst. I'm starting to have them more frequently. Everything gets blurry and all that's left is me, my phone, and anger and frustration fueling my every move. I half want to go to sleep and never wake up again. For me, sleep is a comforting darkness. After all, I feel most comfortable in a dimly lit room where I can barely see ahead of me. But that would be useless. My unlimited potential would go to waste and my life would effect nothing. I need to leave some sort of legacy. I can't just dissappear into the cold grasp of history never to be seen again. No that can't happen. You know, I read a zodiac sign thing a while ago. One of them said that my emotions were like a Pandora box. I can't help but agree. Before, they were safety locked and I had complete control over them. Some of you saw what I was like before. I was over more pleasant to be around. Then, something inside me cracked. I  passed the limit of how much bullshit I could take. I don't know what to do now. I blank out and don't have control over how I react. I usually break something, hence the reason I have so many broken pencils. Sometimes I just yell and scream and fight back the urge to cry. When it happens at school I can't pay attention. I just sit there breaking pencil, repair them, and break them the next week. That's the best way I can control myself so I don't hurt other people. I'm sorry if I have a lot of chapters like this, I just want to apologize for lashing out.