No. I don’t need/want your help.

It’s become hard to say it out loud that I’m having anger/anxiety issues.

Again.

A nice discovery at this point in life where everything is moving slowly.

I’m unable to control my anger.

Okay. Let me overthink.

I have lost interest in myself.

Did my mind just go back to those days when I was just an angry teenager? No.

Do I need help? No.

No?

It feels like I’m going through something, but I don’t understand it.

I’m under pressure.

I’m on the verge of leaving the things that I love the most.

I don’t want to ask for help.

I only love to help people who are in trouble.

But I don’t like to show that I am in it myself.

I want to show you how strong and bold I am.

I want to show you how happy I am.

I want you to see me and say “You’re not weak.”

It’s just a phase, but it’s a terrible one.

I’m too young to have a midlife crisis

-And I’m too old to shout at you and make fun of your insecurities.

Yes.

I can’t leave. I can’t hurt your feelings.

But I don’t care. I leave anyway.

I might have done it to you if you tried to reach me.

I might have pushed you away.

But that was just me who didn’t want to talk to you.

I always come to you when I need you and then leave you when I don’t.

If you left already, I want to say that I’m still speaking.

Are you listening to me?

No. You’re bored already.

Don’t talk to me when I don’t want to talk to you.

I’ll come to you, if I need you.

But will I need you? That’s the question.

Am I depressed?

Yes.

No.

Maybe.