I have been through this once.

Now I am going through this again.

I slowly feel myself falling into my old habits.

I isolate.

I sleep for almost the whole day.

I miss classes.

I miss assignments.

I eat once a day, barely anything.

I laugh nervously.

I avoid, once again.

I cry in my room.

I cannot think straight, this post might be garbage by the way.

Once again, I feel lost, confused.

I have people surrounding me yet I feel like I am alone in this world.

The light, the daylight, they seem to burn my eyes.

Therefore I feel like closing them just makes me feel safer.

"I am here for you," "You are not alone," You are strong."

I hear this but I don't analyze it, I just say "okay."

In reality, that doesn't matter to me anymore.

It just doesn't.

Any advice I get, I cancel out.

Not because I don't wan to hear it but because it's difficult.

I wish words meant something.

As this depression gnaws at me and grows every day, I become less of myself.

Once again, the numbness creeps in.

So funny how much things do not change in a year no matter how hard I try.

Yup, it has been a year.

If it weren't for my anxiety, I would be out of this world.

I am in between those two.

Anxiety on my right and depression on my left.

My head in the middle.

I give up.