Obviously I've failed in my promise. But I'm trying to improve myself now. I'm writing this now in my study hall next to a dear friend. I've recently told my friend group I would probably be rendered unresponsive to them. The other people I talk to extensively to now are my girlfriend and my gaming friends. I think I might be bipolar. I've got more than one opinion on that option. I know I'm on and off depression. It's coming on a bit heavier than recently. I don't quite know whats wrong with me. I had a huge spurt of happiness come Monday. I even apologized to an Jacki to tie up any loose ends. After Monday, it all seemed to go downhill confidence and happiness-wise. I don't know what I want and it's affecting me deeply but I don't want to talk about it to the wrong people. I don't wanna scare my friends away. I don't wanna be a burden or anything to inconvenience my friends. My abandonment issues would prevent me from feeling anything else on the matter. I've lost too much within the past 2 years alone...I'm not risking anything else.
Imma stop writing before I start crying in the middle of this study.
I miss my grandma. Christmas is her death date. 2-3 years without her have been more than saddening.
I miss my childhood.
I miss my past.
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This Is Me
Non-FictionThis will be a journal. My own naturally. All of the events are true. All of the feelings a true. Everything that happens is current. May contain vulgar language or thoughts. But, unfortunately, that's what makes my little life real. Excuse any...in...
