Moded AF
It's 2017 and things are pretty much going downhill... quickly. Against my better judgment, I am at my grandmother's place because living alone is becoming a type of hell that is unbearable. (Despite a “friend” of mine telling me that moving back would be the worse thing in the world). I am also up to my nose in a depression that I can't explain to anyone. I think to myself that I can't still be grieving, when in fact, I am still grieving everything about my old life — my family, my friends, and the life I was "supposed" to have, whatever that means — anxiously thinking, I can still have that old life back, if I try really hard. I have to be MORE positive, MORE liked, be nicer, do everything right and to just stay above water by working a nice job. It's like the older I get, something in me get's more aggressive. However, on the outside, I become more timid. Go figure?