The Truth.
"I'm the one I should love in this world. Me, who shines, my precious soul. Now I finally realize, so I love me. Though I may lack some things, I'm so beautiful" - Epiphany. The truth is, I am NOT depressed. Rather than self-claiming I am depressed, I would say that I just think a lot and that makes everything hard, makes me weak. There are just lots of loud voices in my head telling me that I can't do this, I am going to be nothing, everyone is doing well but me. And that's that. But the thing is, I can't seem to stop the voices. Because it is my OWN voices. It is in my OWN head. Yes, of course I can just brushes all the voices away and distract myself. But sis, it wasn't easy. If you think the voices will just go away by blocking your ears, NO. I am trying to get rid all of the voices that bring me down. It will take time but it will be okay, right. Anyway, I'm getting better. I feel so cruel to say this but I am avoiding pe
