I made mistakes and bad choices. I made poor decisions in life. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and reverse my actions. I have been stubborn, selfish, hard-headed, indecisive. I took so many risks without considering the risks at all. I love too much and fall so hard. I do my best at work and get so little in return. I trust so much and get hurt too often. I enjoy the company of others and the comfort of solitude. I make my friends smile and laugh yet I can't even make myself happy. I can give hard-core advice but I can't even solve my own dilemmas. I am a living irony. My world is my stage. And it seems like everyone's enjoying the show. Except me. Maybe in my next lifetime, I'll be the woman that I dreamed to be. Maybe I'll find closure to all the hanging questions in my head. Maybe. For now, I'll just live in irony.

My mother and my support worker got a talking and said that I use the mental health labels as a cirtch and than I should embrace who I am instead having these stupid labels that my regret school and doctors and government put on me. Well to school doctor and government.... fuck you. I am human and I am who I am. Don't like it then fuck off!!!! I got a quote from a piece of jewelry “When you look at a field of dandelions you can either see hundreds of weeds or hundreds of wish!!!” I think we need to chose wishes.