I’m scared. I don’t have any answers — not that I ever did. I’m doubting myself a lot more lately, and I have this feeling of constant uneasiness. I feel like I don’t know where my place is. I feel drained, too. This is all very difficult to string together. Sorry. I’m not entirely sure where my mind is right now. I’m having a mental breakdown.
I feel like these days, I have less and less people to talk to. I hate that the only time I ever really come here is to vent my frustrations. What i’ve been worried about lately is this surgery coming up in roughly 48 hours. I’ve been feeling the passive aggresive guilt tripping from my parents since the moment I broke the news, and it doesn’t make it any easier that i’m going through this rollercoaster a second time. That’s another problem: rollercoasters. I love riding on them in amusement parks, but not so much the ones i’ve gone through multiple times in my life.
Sorry, I went off on a tangent. I don’t know where I am. I’m just gonna leave this right here as it is.