I'm not really sure what exactly is going on. I feel a little confused, I'm questioning myself, second-guessing myself, second-guessing my life.
I think my depression is kicking back up and causing a stir in everything. I've been more tired than usual, mentally drained, and just ... off. But maybe that's just how my life will be, on-again-off-again depression and anxiety. If so, I'll just have to get used to it eventually.
I know ... that's a terrible way to put it. But I worry too much. I'm so scared. Why am I like this?
The real me isn't exactly pleasant. The real us are disappointments. It'll be okay. We have each other.
I think my depression is kicking back up and causing a stir in everything. I've been more tired than usual, mentally drained, and just ... off. But maybe that's just how my life will be, on-again-off-again depression and anxiety. If so, I'll just have to get used to it eventually.
I know ... that's a terrible way to put it. But I worry too much. I'm so scared. Why am I like this?
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