Friends come and go. Each one of them is a lesson. They teach you that nothing lasts forever. Everyone is temporary and no one is irreplaceable. And that's okay. I've got used to that. I've got used to being left out, sometimes even forgotten. Hell, I've even got used to being kept close just out of pity.
And I hate when people feel sorry about me.
I am human and I need to be loved like a normal person. Despite the mess I am. Despite all the demons who live in my head. When they're asleep, I'm okay. I can function like any other being. But when they wake up, that's the person you wouldn't wanna meet. And some of you think I'm like that all the time.
NO.
I'm not depressed all the time. There are moments when I'm okay, as I already said. But I want to talk about mental health because it's normal. The more we talk about it, the easier it gets for everyone who's struggling.
But that's not the point. The point is how I'm accepting that I'm just a drop in the ocean. I'm not important. I'm coming to terms with it. This way I'll learn not to expect anything from anyone.
I am used to loneliness.
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