I am feeling depressed. And I hate it.
I feel like I'm going to burst anytime soon.
I hope everything will be alright once I'll be able to live in Paris.
I've been dealing with the loneliness I feel quite well these past few years, and I don't know why I can't do it anymore.
I lost myself into thinking that everything was alright and that I wasn't alone. But as time goes by, I'm starting to think that, maybe, I unconsciously wore a mask all this time.
I've never had many friends but I've known quite a lot of people. The few people I feel close to don't feel the same for me.
At first, I tried thinking that it wasn't my fault and all the incident's, but I can't help feeling that it's not true.
So at the end, I really hope living in Paris will help me. I mean, being able to see people and not being locked in my room all day and night can do just good, right ?
I think my real problem is that now I don't know how to deal with the loneliness. I want to meet people. I want them to care about me, to be worried about me, to hug me without me having to ask them.
But since I'm too afraid, or embarassed to tell people, I'm writing this here, half hoping half scared that someone might read it.
