As I lay here at night I think to myself, why? Why do some things happen? Why can't I get an explanation for things? Why do I overthink about everything that happens? Now, as I am thinking to myself "why?" all the time, I never consider the amount of stress I'm hanging over myself . I always keep everything to myself no matter how bad it may hurt. It won't ever change. I always saw myself having the best life as I possibly could, but as time goes on my mind just puts me farther back everyday. Dealing with everything I possibly could be dealing with, it decides to hit me all at once. Dealing with school, friends, sports, it all just binds together into one struggle that is messing with my mind. As I lay here, I see myself in this different world that I had always dreamt of, which I am losing my grip of as the days grow longer and as time goes on.
