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depression and anxiety, the small tourments of mentality-- wisp me away with a sweep, suddenly every expectation becomes meek. lost the subtle joy of experiencing.

They say have hope, but it keeps happening. 3rd time is the charm. Guess I don't have much luck for this department. keep getting my heart broken.

I know it's silly; I understand that it's not everybody, but it still effects me. Hiding in a shell, lost what I was-- just because gave out.

Felt like a restart, a pardon for all the hurt. A gift that was meant, but now I watch it fall apart.

Anxiety and Depression.

One comes first as a lesson, but if it stays it feels like punishment.

I try to fight the non sense, but my heart is hardening.