So I am losing my mind? Yes. I regret coming home, I wish I never came home, I wish I was just lying in my bed in the city I barely know people. Peace and my own thoughts driving me crazy. That’s sounds so much better than these people driving me crazy plus me having to man up for every one and act like an adult and acting like it doesn’t hurt me at all. It does hurt me, a lot. It’s tearing me up from the inside out and no one cares. Fml.
I feel like shit and nothing helps. And also emotional I am sick of everything, things are not going the way they should. This time I know things won’t be okay eventually, I’m fed up with this shit and I know I have to deal with it forever. It hurts like hell. I want to sleep but I can’t shut down my emotions. I don’t know what to do, all I can do is wait for things to get better when in my mind I know they won’t get better. I have to turn water into wine but I’m not sure I can. I hate it when I can’t control life, but fuck. That’s what life is all about right? It’s not about sunshine and flowers, it’s about surviving and crawling out of this cave you have been stuck in for years.
