I was supposed to be something. I was supposed to be someone people could be proud of.

Look at me now. In and out of IP on a regular occurrence. Hearing voices in and out of my head that aren't there or my own. Seeing things that aren't actually there. Have such extreme mood shifts, usually landing into a severe depression. I begin searching for ways out that I once swore not to take. When the rest quites down, I lay at the mercy of flashbacks and nightmares. When I'm lucky, I wake up somewhere I have no idea how I got to, and the dissociation allows me sanctuary from memory. Leaves me scared of what I could've done. The trade is costly, after all.

Tonight's depression is bad. The loneliness is over bearing. The despair has made camp for however long and we'll see just what comes next because I truly have no idea.

I was supposed to be something. Someone people could be proud of. Yeah.... Look at me now....