It's period time again.
Waves of tears. I can't stop looking at pictures from the past, and I cry whenever I open that folder on my computer.
None of my distractions are working.
I am losing friends by the minute either because they become tired of hearing my shit or I do something to push them away.
I need alone time. Why won't I let myself have it? Why aren't I working on bettering myself? How is it that I was more mentally healthy and/or strong 6 or 7 years ago than I am now? I thought life experiences were to make one stronger.
I feel so delicate, so vulnerable, so frail right now. Like a thin crystal glass or a down feather. So easy to break and throw away...or be blown away by the wind and forgotten.
Waves of tears. I can't stop looking at pictures from the past, and I cry whenever I open that folder on my computer.
None of my distractions are working.
I am losing friends by the minute either because they become tired of hearing my shit or I do something to push them away.
I need alone time. Why won't I let myself have it? Why aren't I working on bettering myself? How is it that I was more mentally healthy and/or strong 6 or 7 years ago than I am now? I thought life experiences were to make one stronger.
I feel so delicate, so vulnerable, so frail right now. Like a thin crystal glass or a down feather. So easy to break and throw away...or be blown away by the wind and forgotten.
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