I'm going through a thing. Officially half-fangirl, half-cringe at everything on the internet.
Dear God, I hope I'm not growing up.
Oh, and, I'm a big bubbly bloop of an existential crises, identity crisis and just a general crisis.
Sometimes I want to sing and laugh but at the same time I want to know how much I can do that before finally dying.
I'm a mess.
I checked the symptoms, and I have depression. This is getting deep. Maybe I should stop. But then again, I'm also a hypochondriac and I doubt half of the people reading this care about some girl somewhere, just wishing she could understand something and not be depressed about it.
If you're gone already, I get it. I haven't really tried to paint myself in the best light but then... at least it's my light.
Now. My writing. I'm not just on this website because, 'I'm depressed, lets go tell the world'. No.
Writing is sort of my escape, and I love it.
Reads, votes, comments, whatever, don't matter to me.
I mean of course they do but I don't stay up all night for someone to send a 'cool story bro' or something. They're helpful, sure, but if you ever decide to give me feedback I will be grateful.
Just a note, in case you didn't catch it:
I WRITE FOR ME.
Not anyone else (unless otherwise specified)
I suppose that's all I really want to say, at least here. My (future) diary will be different, and I'll just act like my life isn't there for the whole world to see.
Because, really, I could be anyone.
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