i hate this feeling. i hate it. i don’t want to go back to depression. i want to keep growing. i was doing so much better but the littlest things bring me down. i know they shouldn’t but the thought of going back makes this feeling stronger. i can’t explain what it is but it hurts. i’m scared. i can’t tell anyone about anything because i feel like s*** afterwards. ughhh. i’m just so fucked up. i just wish i could tell someone….so many things i’ve done..and i can’t let it out or forget about it. so many things.
