Incense.

All I ever take pictures of now is incense smoke. I have absolutely no motivation or inspiration, so I haven't been keeping up with my journal.

Things aren't too great at the moment. They're not good at all. For the past few months I've felt on top of the world; I found Sam, things were good with friends and I was earning money, and I loved it. But at the moment nothing feels right. I keep thinking that everyone I love will just pack up and leave me, and I'll be alone again. I feel so incredibly lonely.

I have to enrol at college tomorrow but I don't want to go any more, I'd much rather continue working at the garden centre. I'm painfully shy so I'm nervous as hell.

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"Still don't, don't you forget that rope you tied around your neck."

And it took them three days to find you, tired torch lights and dog scents. Oh they led you down from the highest branches, cold eyes and frozen arms.