Hiding.

Obviously.

Disappointed.

Goals equals failure.

School equals on the back burner.

Happiness equals only a week of enjoyment.

Depression equals always felt this way since 7th grade.

Thinking equals worse case of everything.

My dream is currently on hold.

My vision of what I want, still being searched.

And the fact I'm keeping a lot of secrets from everyone,

I'm happy about. And if I tell anyone.

I'm sure they'll hate and try to help.

I'm planning something. And if things get better,

I'll disowned it.

Work has accepted me back in their club.

All my friends aren't single anymore.

And I manage not to complain that much.

xxx