It’s a sign to know there’s something not quite okay with your mind is when you spend ten minutes playing with the magnet on your tablet case with the folk your meant to be eating dinner with.
Nah, that’s not true, but there’s defiantly been a decline in mine.
I’m not doing well at the moment.
I hate that I’m not.
I hate that I can’t seem to stop
All this hate is making it worse.
I need to cry and I just can’t.
I need to…
Shit. I need help. don't I?