"I want people to think I'm in a coma I guess. I need to take a week+ to just catch up. On cleaning, on art, on reading, on sleep, on everything."
I found an apartment today that would be perfect for me. Right downtown, not too expensive (or so I think) just everything about it is lovely.
But I just don't think I could do it. I've been brainwashed, whether that be from dad or myself, that I can't make it on my own.
Frankly, it is probably a mixture of both at this point.
But I'm at my breaking point. I've been so unhappy for months. I'm worried I could be diagnosed as depressed. I don't want to rely on medicine to be happy. I want to fix myself.
I'm just so confused. I need to sleep off all my worries. Stay in bed for a month and do nothing. Nothing but things that make me happy.
