It’s not necessarily that time of the year, y’know, the one where everyone is like “January is the most depressing month” obviously because it’s Feb already.
I am starting to believe that I am the queen of feeling sorry for myself, with a little help from the people around me sometimes.
When your best just isn’t good enough, so you just stop bothering all together, or when you do try and you get shot down for it.
I feel in a weird mind set recently, and I don’t want to put it down to no longer taking antidepressants (which were prescribed for anxiety, calm it.) I only took them for like 3 months any way.
I just honestly wish people could see the world the way I see it. Or maybe even just appreciate my loves in life. I don’t know.
I just ramble a lot, I guess.