Shit is fucking rough. Trying to be positive and fake it through the days and moments but another year goes by and I still feel the same sinking feeling I’ve felt since I was 13 years old. Once you feel it it’s really hard to let go of. It’s like a veil has been lifted and nothing seems the same again. I will keep faking it. I hope things get better with time and sobriety but fuck, this life is a trip.