It seems I haven’t posted anything in such a long time, it may seem strange.
But I am alive, I haven’t killed myself yet. I’ve been going through some intense life changes and I’ve been really busy.
The thought of ending my life is…well a bit less but it doesn’t go away. It’s always on the tip of my brain. The thought is always there, but I feel less complied to commit the act.
My parents made me move again, to a batter country this time, but still not a developed one. I hate my life and the person I’ve become having to go through all of this. I didn’t notice that much before but it seems that I’ve changed so much. I used to be a loud outgoing person before we moved, but now I’m a quiet person and I hardly socialize. And there’s really not much that I can do about it…