i seem to be in the same place i’ve always been. if not, then i’m somewhere darker. ah, i’m so tired. it’s impossible for me to be able to truly believe that “okay” is possible for me at this point. i’m alive, but i’m not living. the only reason i’m here is my best friend. once i finally accept i want to leave, i’m blowing my money and doing the things i’ve dreamed about since i was 13.