It’s that time of the month again, ghost people.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking for the past few weeks, and It’s full of regret, depression, and food. But, more specifically, the regret part. Not too much specific of course, due to privacy reasons.
Let’s go back to the past for a bit, blah blah blah I didn’t do something that made me regret 5 years of my life, It was something that makes me happy, and since April, I… lost.. it. Since then, I was plagued by pressure and regret. It was affecting my studying and grades on school too, for it’s my only source of emotional support. Continue reading