Truth is the last thing I can take because it's the last thing they took.

Everything is kind of good and kind of horrible at the same time.
I can enjoy the things that make me happy all day
but everything gets turned into a different story depending on who I'm talking to.
It's bizarre having so many things happening in one situation.

On another note...
It's getting closer to November and honestly,
I have no idea what to expect anymore.
It's gonna be one full year on november 21 that I've been here.
I'm dreading and looking forward to looking back.