I'm thinking about how I'm always waiting for the right moment to do things. To change things. To drop my masks, to face the fact I'm not okay deep down, to seek help. I feel stuck on the ground, like I'm running in circles and all the progress of the past month is an ilusion. While this happens, my life passes and I'm almost 18. And i can't stop thinking about all the things i would have done if i wasn't so ill all these years.
My friend...haven’t heard from him in a while...and he ignored my message...feeling hurt.