March has never agreed with me.
I don't really want to say that this year but it is... and during these final days of me pushing 20, I could never imagine it to get even worse. I'm not really writing to tell the world that I am the victim of a toxic mind. I am not. I'm here because this needed to be heard... too.

My self-esteem is dying.

I feel like a worthless person who doesn't deserve anything. My anxiety is at its peak and the only thing I could do about it is to brush it off but I can't. My mind keeps belittling me for everything I'm trying to say, to think, to write. If you would ask... Everything, EVERYTHING is wrong with me. I keep telling myself to restructure my self-being but my body is just too exhausted to even do that.

I'm exhausted.

These days has been the darkest ever... and putting a smile up on my face is a lie.
I'm once again lost. I don't know where to go.

I'm lost.

I need help.