Dear Myself,

The world's a hard place to be if I'm being really honest. All the while, just trying to figure out every second about who you are, who you want to be, who others want you to be and how you actually end up being today and tomorrow. People and things that felt dear yesterday don't seem to brighten you up anymore. You don't recognize yourself at all. You don't know how and why you feel a certain way, and nothing seems to make any sense anymore.