I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. I have an ideal life. A family that loves me. Grades that will get me into any college. Incredible plans for the summer. Awesome friends. Everything. For some reason, none of it matters to me. I don’t enjoy doing anything. No, that’s a lie. I love being with my friends and I don’t mind school, and everything should be fine, but I get in these moods… These awful moods where nothing matters, whenever I’m alone. I can’t do anything real. I sit up at night, doing nothing. Writing about it, this, now, this is the realest thing I’ve […]