I wake up, get dressed, go to school, and come home. If I'm in a good enough mood I'll most likely call one of my friends and have a social affair with them. I spend my weekands with the same people I've always spent it with. I meet new people here and there, once in a while, but I don't allow myself to get too close for I am afraid something will occur. All of this seems settle and stable, but is it enough? Do I allow myself enough freedom? Do I deserve more than what I have? At times I don't think I do. Heh, when I have doctor appointments to attend, I sometimes wish there was something wrong with me. It would give me a reason, an excuse, to leave everything behind. Depression hits me hard when I least expect it, when I wish it not to. Slowly, self-deprecation takes form. I'm almost afraid to write this entry.
Yours always