Turns out not even the best year I ever lived so far is enough to change me. I feel lost, without motivation, not hoping for a bright future, lonely without someone to back me up. Like the mood says, i'm feeling miserable. Why? I don't even know... My self-esteem is fucking buried underground and I can't rely on anyone to tell my problems, thus why i'm recurring to this fucking sissy ass emo journal.
A lot has changed. Where I live, what I do, who's with me. But the most important thing I said I was going to change remains the same. I think it's even worse than it was before... I didn't give a fuck, because as long as she was by my side, I w