As a child I had many dreams, many expectations, the want for a better life to help my mother, I was never a studious kid but I always loved to create stuff with my hands and I used to do sports and actually liked it, then life started happening and now....
I'm an adult, I need to earn money, make a life for myself and I've had numerous opportunities but.....growing up in an environment that if you don't have any profit from the get go with whatever you wanna do then it's considered a waste of time, add the severe social anxiety that I developed, my depression, the fact that anything I do is never "good enough" to deem deserving of money in my mind and it's pretty overwhelming so much so that you can barely breathe, wishing that you don't wake up the next time you go to sleep and feeling disappointed when you do, yet, that's exactly what you do.....breathe, wake up and deal with what life is going to throw at you again and possibly with the same people, those exact same people that gave you your hardships.
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One day....(venting)
Acak⚠Contains some mature topics such as: - mental disorder - passive suicide This will be kind of a vent journal or something like that, I don't know what I'm doing 90% of the time. It might resonate with you or it might not, you're not alone. There ma...
