Dear World,
Everyone has baggage. Mine just happens to be heavier than most. I feel like I'm losing myself. And nobody notices. Or maybe they do, they just don't care. I remember saying how depression isn't always sadness, how it can be emptiness, anger tiredness, or loneliness, sometimes when we cry for help, it isn't always visible. People come and go throughout your life, and yet your consciousness is the only one that stays. Taunting you until your very last breath, either drivin by guilt or anger, or maybe someone did something or said something. Never the less, we never have a moment alone. I think ill write more in the future.
Yours,