Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, Panic Disorder, Mild Agorphobia, Mild OCD, and some specific phobias (can't get into a car at night, can't go on an elevator, etc.)
Mentally speaking, I'm a mess.
But that's not who I am.
That's not who I can and know in my heart I can be.
I love reading, and writing, and dancing, and singing, and playing the piano, and studying biology, and watching TV shows and movies and anime.
I want to be an author. I want to be a biologist. I want to go to college. I want so much - too much? - that I can't have.
My mental state is like a wall that I cannot break.
And I'm helpless against it.
I do my best, but I'm still helpless against it.
And no one understands.
My mom can't because she's a mental mess of her own. And I love her so much but she's not strong enough to hold us both.
My dad does not accept or does not want to accept or just doesn't about my mental state.
I don't know about me.
I don't know anything anymore.
I'm just a girl.
Just a girl who wants and wants and wants but can't and can't and can't.
I'm all alone.
I guess the 'princess' needs to save herself in this one, huh?
"I'm a monster," the boy said, looking at his hands in horror.
"We are all monsters." The girl grabbed his hands, wrapping them in her own. "The only difference is how we treat it. Whether we hide it, fight it, embrace it or ignore it, there is a monster in us all."
It's easier not to write than write. It's easier to give up on your story. It's easier to read a book or watch TV than sit down and write. But great things never come easy.
Hope is a human emotion. No matter how much we try to supress it, it will always come back to haunt us when we least expect it.