Let me start by saying this. A little over four years ago I lost my granddad, a while after my dad got diagnosed with PTSD and not even a year ago I lost my aunt. If someone would say I am damaged, they would be right.
I love working, doing things. It makes my mind drift from all the thoughts forming. When I am alone studying, I am only 19, I drift off. To a place not so nice. I feel drained, tired, even when there is not really a reason for being tired. That is why I rarely finish what I start. That is why i fail at life and fail my school. This will probably never be read by anyone, because I am just a small unimportant person in this world. I am nothing but a flack of uninteresting ball of needs. If you think, hey, I want to know more! You can ask me anything.
