I feel overwhelmed by all my school work and studying for finals, and on top of that, I have a choir performance this weekend that I wasn’t told about. My best friend just started dating the guy I love, but I don’t want to say anything because she seems so happy, but everytime I see them kiss, I think of the way he used to kiss me and tell me everything was gonna be okay. I struggle in school because I’m dyslexic and I have anxiety, and bipolar depression. And all my friends joke around about these disorders and it hurts because they have no idea what it’s like to wake up and contemplate killing yourself because you don’t want to face the day. But for some reason, I’m still here. I’m still kicking. And I guess I’m a little bit glad for that.