I'm really creative with titles aren't I?
5 months without posting. You would think that it means that I'm better. Nope. Not this time.
But, look at the bright side. School is on again. Yay.
Just kidding. School isn't that bad. It's nice to have routines again. Even if there's more pressure this year. More stress. More anxiety. But hey, no big deal. It's not all making me feel even more worthless.
Okay, time to think positive. No one close to me has died. I'm not physically sick. I have everything I need. I laugh at least once a day.
Well yeah. That's it for now.
Smell you later!
(Yes, I'm aware that it sounds ridiculous.)
Is it bad if I sometimes cry myself to sleep?
Is it bad if seeing my own blood makes me feel better?
Is it bad if I'm never sure if I'm gonna make it another week?
F***ing hell if I know.
This is me.
I should just accept it and deal with it.
But does my brain let me?
No.It's trying to save me.
It isn't doing a very good job.