I just hate being left alone, because that’s when I realize everything sucks again. I sit for hours upon hours thinking about how everything could be better. How bad I want to grow up. How bad I don’t want to grow up. How I want to get started with my life, what I want to do with my life. How i’ll never be perfect at anything, just average at everything I do. How i’ll never be good enough to please my parents. How there will always be something wrong with me. How I’ll never feel like I can trust anyone. How i’ll never be able to fix all the mistakes I’ve made. How I always feel like there’s never enough time. How I feel like I’m just passing through life making absolutely no impact on anyone or anything. How I can never stop thinking. The list goes on and on. It’s a never ending cycle that is constantly repeating and making me go crazy. It makes me want my head to explode. It keeps me up at night. It makes me miserable.