dear-anxiety
im back. im alive. and im not the happiest. never was. never will be. i wonder how he's doing. my uncle is who i call he. yes. he is still alive. i just haven't seen him in months. im worried about his health. his feelings. just him. im a depressed human in my little room of darkness. sitting on my phone. typing out my struggles. i just miss him and i wish he didn't have to leave. he is younger than you think. he is around 25-35. he has/had a medical condition in his lungs. wasn't cancer. i didn't know what it was. but it was bad. for him. me. my family. i doubt anybody will read this but if you do. thank you for staying alive.