Foggy Cloud
Sometimes I cancel plans because I don't want to go. Then I sit alone and wish someone was here. Make it make sense.
Sometimes I cancel plans because I don't want to go. Then I sit alone and wish someone was here. Make it make sense.
I'm not suicidal. I'm just tired of having to be a person every single day. I don't know how else to explain it.
I hate when someone asks "what's wrong?" Because I don't know how to explain something I've been feeling for six months in one sentence.
I cleaned my room today. It sounds stupid but it took me three days to convince myself to do it. So yeah. I'm counting it as a win.
I laugh a lot. People assume I'm happy. Sometimes I wish I could just tell them that's not how it works.
My therapist asked me what I wanted. I genuinely didn't know. That question stayed in my head all week.
Recently my bike crashed at 100 kmph on highway, suddenly happened, not sure what to feel about it, I think I kinda had it coming.
You can do it
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