I feel like I can’t stare in the mirror for more than a few seconds at myself. When I look at myself I am just confused. I look at myself and say who the hell am I. I don’t know at all. I am around people who love me and want the best for me. But is it bad that sometimes I ask myself why. Why do these people even love me. Why do my friends and family care about me, since I barely care about myself. Depression makes you have such a different outlook on life. But then again I don’t know if that’s […]
