Okay so I realize that it may come off like I'm throwing myself a pity party, or I'm trying to make it sound worse than it is.
I'm not.
I want to get better.
I want to be happy.
I just...
Can't.
Maybe one day I'll be really happy, and not just faking, but for now, my life is full of depression and anxiety and dysphoria.
I'm sorry I make you all read this,
Love,
Zak
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Some Thoughts About Life
Non-FictionI don't know what this is, except the ramblings of a confused teen. Also I think I might use it as a journal. *Trigger* I'm fucked up and I talk about it
