I've really had trouble sleeping lately. I'm not sure why either. I think it's my best friend who hasn't really been himself. It's kind of complicated, but I mean just talking to him is really awkward and actually just like... Miserable. I'm really trying to be there for him, but it's hard when you can't even be there for yourself. I guess I keep hoping he'll come back to normal so I can have someone to depend on. I forgot how hard it was to be all alone.

Hm. So I'm not sure what else is going on. I keep drawing all these people from my dreams. It's really quite odd I guess, but I really can't say anything more or explain anything to you. But alright.

Jayla Gray.
Out.
Peace to all the broken.

|||Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I know that you would do this for me
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me|||