Everything is changing, yet so much is the same. The year
progresses and the same judgmental people stay just as judgmental; my need to
live in a different time—a time when I know would be happier—persists; and
asking for help remains just as difficult for me as ever. I still don’t know
how to express myself in the ways that I want to.
I feel suspended in a state of inner chaos. I wish I didn’t
have to depend on outside sources to feel content with myself and my life, but
that is the way it is, and I don’t know what to do. There is no eloquent way to
put it; I just don’t know.
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