Here I am again. Apologizing for things I cannot control. Apologizing for things I cannot help, or that are out of my own reach. I don’t necessarily like being this way. My mom tells me all the time, “That isn’t healthy.” But I am perfectly healthy, I am perfectly fine the way I am. I just apologize to paper laying on the ground that I stepped on accidentally.
There is no point on saying that there is help for me, because there’s not. I’m an in denial teenage girl that allows herself to get so caught up in the moment.