Back home in Sydney and all I’ve got going for me is my pup Maggie. She’s there for me when I come home from the doctors and when I’m too sick to get out of bed. Lately I’ve been finding it to be quite reoccurring. I hate waking up. I hate talking with others, I hate existing. I’m waisting air and I feel like I’ve become that burden on others…. I don’t know what to do I’m literally dying on the inside and now I’m just mentally fading along. I don’t know where my friends are but they don’t seem to be around when I need them… And I needed them. Oh well I’m not gonna be mad at them for it I’m just going to distance myself.

















