I write to work out my thoughts from feelings, ego from soul. I have always been too much. too nice, too happy too sensitive. I love too hard and believe wholeheartedly, in a world of fakes and unhealthy beings. even when things happen naturally my brain has to ruin it. depression and anxiety have run my life ragged... been stuck in a ditch for years, numb to everything. I stood up tall with some help and now I just want to fall again. this time it's not my ego, it's my soul that just wants to let go. let go of the thought that maybe I won't be "too much" for someone in this place. all I want to do is love why is that so hard? I'm...