A boy is the least of my troubles.
My problems are my problems.
Anxiety keeping me from living my life, meeting new people and having fun.
Depression is keeping me from loving my family, loving life and enjoying being a teenager.
Bipolar is making me lose people and so much more.
Like fuck, seriously, it frustrates me to the point were I want to rip my hair out.
Family is against me. Friends are against me. Life is against me. I’m against me.
Chaifair here, if anyone on here knows me, tnx 4 being my fwend.