The pain hurts but I’m becoming okay with it.
I’m starting to be okay with being alone, because everyone pretty much leaves my life.
I’m starting to get used to hiding everything, I have gotten pretty good at it.
I’m beginning to think things will change when something drastic happens.
I’m starting to believe that I’m okay.
I’m starting to loose a lot of weight.
I’m starting to just stop..
I’m starting to be quiet again..going back to how I was before..
To me it’s a better thing..to others it might not look to good to them..
I’m just a wreck.