February.
It's been five months since I've vented in this book.
I can't say I miss it, but at the same time I can't deny that I actually have missed it.
A lot has changed.
I've changed.
I'm constantly changing.
Recently I haven't been mentally well because of panic attacks and such, but I could be a lot worse.
I'm starting to get somewhere with my future though.
I am scared it won't work out though.
Then I'll end up alone and probably at rock bottom.
But I'll be okay.
I'm always okay.
Mostly because I always have to be okay.
