Today was the worst day that I've had in a really long time.

I don't know what happened exactly, but I seemed to just snap. I didn't want to harm myself, I really didn't. And instead I took it out on my belongings, scattering papers and ripping up old drawings.

I cried. I cried so hard that I couldn't see anymore and dropped to the knees on my floor amongst all of my destruction.

I felt weirdly like I belonged there, with all of the other things that I destroyed.