CursedGhoul

Looking back to last semester I remember how I failed over 70% of my classes because of my depression. Where everyday I layed in bed and just waited for the day to pass buy. I didn't really talk to anyone (not that i had anyone to talk to in the first place), so most of the time it was simply just going to school like a zombie. As if I felt like an empty vessel. Luckily over time my depression has gotten /way/ better, and I'm not into bad habits like I used to be. But I still daily deal with depression, most of them just being dumb funks. I still have my anxiety, but at least unlike last semester I can leave the house without having a panic attack. I'm able to be more outspoken, though sometimes I can be a little too much. It doesn't help that I worry to much what people think, and let things affect me so much. I'm constantly worrying if I annoy people, or if they hate me. But that's probably my fear of being alone. Though I've gotten a lot better at several of these things, they still come back every now and then. I'd love to be completely fine at some point. But it's all about baby steps.