I had some dark thoughts about just leaving everything behind - my family, some of the friends I had left, when I leave away to a place of my own.
I even had a fleeting thought about changing my identity.
Most clear one was starting anew.

It seems like everything around here has been a mistake.
My ex therapist, my parents. They made mistakes they justify instead of confess error. I don’t deserve to forgive this.

At times I think I am ungrateful for my parents and even some of my friends. I’d leave some friends because of either envy or hurts accumulated for so long there was growing resentment. If only I could speak myself up and find better people for me.