Dear Journal,
I'm so fucking done. This is the fourth time I've dreamed Jess died. And the worst part is that this is starting to feel normal. I've just gone past the anxiety that comes after and zoomed right into this crazy rage – I just want to fucking smash something, or shoot something, JUST KILL SOMETHING. But I can't, because that part of my life is done, and that's a good thing, right? I'm so sick of this. At least when I wake up I know it was all a dream.
~Sam