Now that I’ve finished school I’m kind of forced to sit with myself and think critically about my life. It’s a little sad at times because I’ve lost everything that’s meant something to me. I no longer find myself doing hobbies I’ve previously done, I’ve lost friends I thought I’d have forever and I’m now just sleeping whenever I can. I know it’ll pass, but what if it doesn’t? I sometimes think that me moving in a few months would change everything and I’d be better. But sometimes I wonder whether I’ll always feel like this. I find myself tearing up to little inspirational comics drawn by people on instagram, it seems so funny just describing it, but sometimes that’s all I have to remember myself.