All of my entries are so depressing.

I was just scrolling through them and had to stop; is that really all I write about?

There are good things that happen in my life. I seem ungrateful and unprivileged judging by these diary entries; when in fact I’ve lived a perfect little life, growing up in a safe town with a family who loves me and a good childhood. I’m the only problem in my life, what goes on in my head is the only problem. 

I don’t write unless I’m feeling emotional. When I feel emotional, it’s usually always sad. So I write. And I publish. But they’re always sad.  

Lets go through some positives, today

-I have amazing friends and family who care about me

-It is possible to get better at the things I suck at

-Endless possibilities for my future, not all negative

-I AM THE ONLY THING HOLDING MYSELF BACK.

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