I can't just tell anyone. My mum has enough trouble with PTSD and my friend went through too much with her sister and self harm and I don't think she could deal with it again.
I don't like people seeing me weak like this. I can barely tell people if I have an illness, never mind something this intense.
I can't just live life. I have no aspiration. No ambition. No where to go.
I think I might just be in a bundle of teenage angst, aha.