I’ve kept so many journals. I’ve tried so hard to keep it together.
And my mind goes up and down, up and down, just like a roller coaster.
I’m fine, no I’m not.
It’ll get better, no it won’t.
And I think, how can I be so selfish. There are people out there, in hospitals. In third world countries. Dying to live. And here I am living to die.
And then I think, there are other people out there, successful people. Celebrities. Who seem like they just have everything in the world.
Knowing all of this doesn’t help though. I know that I’m better off then some people. Food on the […]