Eh.
My dad's in California with me right now. I should be happy, but I'm not. I guess that makes me terribly selfish, but I can't help it. This just has me beat again. I can't get it off my shoulders, no matter how hard I try. It seems like it's becoming a burden, too. Maria doesn't seem too happy about it -- it just upsets her when I get in my "moods." I know she'll always tell me it's alright, but I know it isn't.
It seems like it's only a matter of time before she starts to just get sick of it. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, too.
I was in a better mood earlier today, and then it just hit rock bottom again. The smallest things trigger it now. Maria just looked down, and I got all anxious and depressed. I feel extremely anxious and my head's fuzzy right now, like it used to be a lot. I just wish I could talk about it to someone, but I can't really. When I do, it mostly ends up backfiring.
Idk.
It seems like it's only a matter of time before she starts to just get sick of it. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, too.
I was in a better mood earlier today, and then it just hit rock bottom again. The smallest things trigger it now. Maria just looked down, and I got all anxious and depressed. I feel extremely anxious and my head's fuzzy right now, like it used to be a lot. I just wish I could talk about it to someone, but I can't really. When I do, it mostly ends up backfiring.
Idk.