One thing that depresses me to no end is when my family finds my social medias. My accounts... I made them I take care of them. Some I post pictures or write silly things that mean nothing. Or some that mean a lot to me. These stories are a part of me that make me happy. Yes I may procrastinate or not feel motivated to write, but it's my creation. Not one person can take a picture in the exact way and position I can. No one can write exactly what I can in the same words or deliver the exact same feeling or emotion. When my family sees these things... It takes it away from me. It takes those feelings away and shoves them out of reach. It's like this is my little world I can go to to get away from my problems and not need to face the real, scary world. I can create. I can do. I can feel. But it pains me to let the people closest to me (other than friends) see what I hold closest and dearest to me and my heart. So family, if you read this ever, please give me my privacy? I give you yours.