Moving on is hard. I don't know how to move on, not really. I barely know what to do with my life. Right now I'm just surviving day-to-day. I guess, sometimes, that's enough? But I, I know at the same time. I'm 23. I can't keep living day-to-day. I need to improve things. Stop shoving things into tomorrow or never. I did stop living day-to-day and need to do so again. Once I'm off this ket, probably, life goes back to normal and I can see a clearer future.

But right now - I'm not good, anyway. I'm in a state of disrepair.

I. I struggle with my thoughts and my feelings, and trying not to take it out on myself is an impossible task.

The problem is you can't make anyone love you. I wish you could.