It’s 5 o’clock in the morning…
and the conversation isn’t boring. In fact, there is no conversation. There’s nothing. Everything is gone. Everyone. Everything. I’ve been living these past 6 months thinking I was happy. But I go home every single day and do nothing except stare up and think. I’m depressed. It’s all uphill from here, right? Well tell me this. Going up is the hardest part, especially when you’re so far down. Think about it, if you run miles down a hill, not to steep, you’re going to be really tired by the end, right? So what if the “uphill” portion is steeper. In fact, my uphill portion is a flat wall. How am I supposed to go up if I can’t fly? I don’t know why I’m so depressed, though. I have great friends and a loving family and I still have over a 3.0 unweighted GPA. So why should I be sad? I really don’t know. I really don’t. I mean, I love my friends to death, but I’ve lost so many. I’m going to be honest here, after my last break up, I lost that group of friends. It’s never been the same. I don’t think it ever will be, either. I mean, I guess we’re still friends, but we barely know each other now. I barely know them at least. I know there have been attempts to hang out with me, but it’s just awkward now. None of us are the same person we used to be. This sucks, and everything sucks. And the one person I used to call bestfriend, well. I got this text from her and it almost made me cry. ;alkdfja;djkhfakdfhalkdfjha;kdfhldakfjdh. Holy shit, I don’t know where I’m going with this. nvm.
