I really hate growing up. All this responsibility gives me anxiety. I just want to be a little 8 year old again, running around in the woods, swimming, playing with knives, catching lizards and butterflies, normal kid stuff.
For those of you who don't know, today is my birthday (whoopee). I'm one of those weirdos that doesn't really like my birthday because 1. Something always goes bad and 2. It's a reminder that I'm a year closer to being an adult.
Anyway, today I had school (and a really shitty chemistry test that made me want to die) and I have to work later, and all I want to do is sleep. I'm aware of my depression creeping in again, because for some reason it does that around this time of year, and my anxiety is off the charts.
So instead of staying home and relaxing and celebrating, I'm going to work while my mom sleeps and my grandpa and sister go out to dinner...
I know this is really just a bunch of complaining but I get crabby when I'm tired.
I just want to hang out with my friends and eat a shit ton of food and spend way too much money without worrying about it.
*plays pity party by Melanie Martinez*
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
