In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then