The past two weeks I’ve had the most fun I’ve ever had. I should be happy. I have a boyfriend now I have friends now. I should be happy but I still hate school I still feel lonely I still want out of my house( not for the same reason as before, I want independence) I just find myself wanting more and more and I guess that’s depression and anxiety for you. because this past weekend I said to myself I’m so glad I’m alive and now I’m thinking the opposite, I just don’t know.