Tired of this stage in my life. Tired of being so stressed out and trying to get through the day without having a breakdown. Finding it harder and harder each day to live here. This environment is becoming increasingly toxic. I keep doing what I'm doing, just making it to the next day, I feel like I've lost my passion for everything. I feel like the bitchy outer self I project is nothing similar to what I am, and what I am is what people are beginning to forget. I'm okay with socializing less and less, I'm okay with doing less and less. I guess this is beginning to become routine.
Wonderful, amazing, compassionate boyfriend, you have helped me overcome so much already in the short time that we've known each other. There is a joking, cute, awkward outer self that you portray from day to day, and there is this innermost lust/love for me, the side of you that constantly reassures my insecurities and lets me know I'm going to be okay. Thank you so much for everything you've done.