I just wanna set the record straight: I have a pretty great life. A wonderful boyfriend, an assortment of wonderful pets, we have a roof over our head and we rarely fight. I came exactly explain why I’m so upset but I am and I always have been, and I’m just scared I always will be.
I wish I was depressed because something happened or because sethings not right but that’s not the reason. In fact, there isn’t a reason, I just am.
I think the majority of my problem is me.
Im kind of a monumental fuck up. I swing my way into peoples lives and I smash everything around me. Im not some insane chick who just hates everyone or anything like that, I just try so hard to do everything right but the outcome is always way wrong.
I just don’t want to live like this anymore.
Secretly, Me 