How am I doing?
This constant feeling of how people think about me, how they view me, what is happening with them is killing me. I’m interpretting every little move, every action, every response as me being in trouble. Not only is it exhausting, but also it’s draining me. Draining me of happiness, being in pursuit of happyness. Idk what is wrong with me. Idk why I can’t let go. I don’t know why I need so much closure. Idk. I really don’t. What I know is that I’m mentally dealing with too much. Too much for a little boy like me. Someone who got conditional love throughout his life. Someone who never experienced being loved. Someone who was trained to work hard to be loved. To sacrifice to be loved. ...