It's not you, it's me.
I'm obviously not thinking positively enough. Granted, I'm at the height of PMS. But I can't shake the feeling of being trapped in my own body, my life. Trapped being me. I'm afraid of the future because I fear the past. And none of this is doing anyone any good. I just want a happy life. And no one's responsible for that but me. I need to get over this.