Wrote this on Monday.

Is this what my life is going to be like from now on? Full of pain, depression, anger? Tears, break downs, and words on paper? I guess so. It hurts to breathe again. It hurts to smile again. I'm wearing a mask again. It's a new mask. It falters sometimes. It did today. In public. I don't want to try anymore. It'd be so much easier to give up.

This translates into,

Heart broken. I was angry. I was upset. I ended up breaking down and crying in the lunch line. If you're wondering, yes, it actually does hurt to breathe. And when I smile, something doesn't feel right, like it's not natural. I've been writing and writing but it doesn't make me feel better. I'm depressed. I think you can translate the rest.