Dear Diary,
I have friends. They call themselves, my bestfriends. But somehow, I cannot open up to them about the inner demons I have inside my head that I have been battling for as long as I can remember.
One of them also has depression and has been vocal about it since then. I guess thats one reason why I don't wanna share. Because we already have her problems on the table and somehow I guess, I just don't wanna add to the already full table. Im afraid that if I open up to them, they'll probably look at me differently. Because they're used to see me all happy and fun and funny. Theyve never seen me broke down, or at my lowest. Sometimes I just want someone to talk to about what I genuinely feel inside with no judgement. Sometimes I wanna call them and be there for me like I've been there for them. But my guts tells me no. Bc I assume their busy or probably too lazy to see me. So here I am by myself in a waterfront appreciating the world's beauty and at the same time looking far ahead and reflect Bout my life.