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