Where to start, I guess it would be stress. It comes with adulthood, and the sense of responsibility. An adult male who is antisocial, A man who has a hard time trusting or having interest in human connection due to traumatic experiences. Reality, I come off as a dick even when I'm not trying to be. Conversation isn't my strong suit. Actuality I'm afraid to say something that'll embarrass myself or something to get yelled at for. Cause and effect. All things that happen, it's like a ticking time bomb. A flood of emotions, that turned into a sea of depression. I kept afloat, but barely alive. I sank till I started falling. Deeper and deeper, hitting through new levels of low I didn't understand. Decisions made, actions made that can never be taken back. In reality, I'm happy. At least I try to be. I try to understand that my life may be tough, but it doesn't always have to be a dismal reality, but a bright one.
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