I have no one to talk to, so this is usually my resort. But hi, I hate myself. It’s the usually right? I’m suppose to mope around being depressed and pretend everything’s alright when it’s really not. My mum has asked me what’s wrong multiple times today, but I don’t want to tell her because her new boyfriend is always with her, so I feel uncomfortable telling her what’s bothering me because a stranger is listening to me. I can’t find a space to be alone, and that’s all I want to be right now.