Over the past few weeks I've surprised myself. I realized many things that most certainly scare the shit out of me, and that there's absolutly nothing I can do about it. I've been questioning things latley, pretty much everything you can think of... Also, I've broken down and decided to start blogging... Forgive me if it takes a while for me to get better at this. "Is it worth it to be sad If it's harder to be glad To be alive?" An unsupportive, dishonest family. A lack of good friends, people who I can honestly say care, and having nobody to let me know that I'll get through these hellish months send me into depressions that I truly hate. Nobody seems to understand that I don't want to be this way. Theres certain measures I take. Honestly, some good, some very wrong, and I feel terribly about them both. Why does trying to get better make me feel so uneasy? I try to break out of the sadness myself, but truly, I'm not stong enough. I wait to long, and things get worse: pretty much the story of my life.