I think part of my problem is that I don’t exactly understand what I am suppose to do, or how, or how much. Or maybe I do. Maybe I do and I don’t want to acknowledge it and keep my head safely in the sand.
Except I know one thing, I am sick (so so sick) and tired (so so tired) of feeling this way.

And it’s entirely my fault. And I thought things would be better here, but they’re not, because I can’t escape my own mind. I need to fix this. I need to.