It’s so crazy to think that something that happened years ago and that became one of the worst memories of my entire life and literally changed my entire personality could be something that the people who did that to me don’t even remember. And I hate thinking about that so much because it ruined my life but to them it’s something that they’ll never have to be reminded of.
I'm trying to get better,,, or at least to not get worse but it's hard
I think I might be depressed or I think I've always been depressed since January 2019.
I love reading so much and I love that my whole life is literally centered around literature and everything but sometimes I really think it’s bad for me… idk