It's been a while. He still can't get out of my mind. There's no such things as a freaking good-- *sigh* I don't even know.
My depression is coming back. It's like seasonal, these emotions, these events, they kept coming back and I can't hold them. I want to break down and cry.
I want to tell someone.
Why is it that when things are starting to be okay that I snap and wanted to be alone again? I just wanted to be alone. Alone.
That's all I am. I'm all alone. All I have is myself.
Rowen, why? Why? Why?
Cut. It whispers. Please, cut.
I will. When I go home.
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I definitely have an anxiety. Social anxiety. I feel like when I'm going to do something that they'll judge me and hate me. They mess up my brain. It's a part of me.
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Thoughts~
Non-FictionYou're inside my brain. Go away! This is a string of my thoughts on certain events i held my phone and needed to put all my emotions out. Feel free to read :) Comment if ever one of you experienced or thought the same thing. （＾ν＾） P.S. cover used is...
