please don’t miss me now
There seems to be a lot of nostalgia. Thinking back to when everything seemed right. When I believed things were good. The good ole days. Things weren’t necessarily good. School was a major stress. I was getting my heart ripped out on a daily basis. A lot of things were wrong but I never felt this troubled by any of it. I always felt like I could make it through.
Now it seems the exact opposite. Everyday is a struggle with intense first world problems. I don’t want to downplay my anxiety, but these are really exaggerated problems of the over-privileged. Which is what makes me much more disappointed in myself when I’m bothered by what used to be trivial things.
Of course getting disappointed in myself doesn’t really help anything. This is a battle. One I can only escape for a second by looking back and remembering all the good times with friends and family that gave me strength. I feel physically weak. I’m tired every day. It’s draining living under stress. I need to see someone or something.
whine whine whine I miss my friends and the old life. Real life is a major bummer and physically taxing. I feel utterly defeated. It’s exhausting.
There’s always a white girl causing drama somewhere