sometimes I seriously just get so sick and tired of dealing with my mind, I need to escape it. It’s suffocating me, squeezing the joy away from everything. It’s overwhelming, it’s exhausting, and it feels like no one understands the person it confines me to be. I am stuck in a box, that doesn’t feel like my own. I don’t think I’ll ever really climb back up to being the old me again. I feel really discouraged, really isolated, and really fed up with myself.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now.