life isn’t great. and this is killing me. people asking me if i’m okay, i’ll always say that i’m ok. because i’m just tired, and i’m starting to accept the fact that i’ll never be ok. the world won’t ever be the same. someone has taken something from me, and i could never get it back. and i can’t never forget that. it’s been about a year now. i should be getting used to. but it haunts me. it affects every day of my life. it scares me. my mind is fucked up. my life is fucked up.