I thought moving away from my problems would make everything better. Moving away was always my go to option if things got too bad, and they did, and now I’m worse off than I was before. What the hell is that? My life is the best it’s ever been and I can’t enjoy. I should be happy. Why aren’t I happy? Why don’t I feel like appointments with a psychologist are doing anything? For the amount of feelings I have they confuse the crap out of me. I wish I could stop caring, but I can’t, and that sucks. I’m so unappreciative, so many people […]
