It is always the same shit. The only difference is the year it takes place. I am sick and tired of feeling this way but writing is my only escape and the only thing stopping me from ending it all.
Depression
Anxiety
Insomnia
Heartbreak
Unloved
Crazy
Scared
Joyful
Happy
Bullied
Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.