Love. Life.

I'm trying so hard to be happy. Or at least content. If I can manage it right now, when my life finally turns around I'll be so good. I'm remembering so many people love me. Even if they're not here right now. I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakdown. Some random homeless person stole all of our money, a camera and attacked my roommate because he took his computer back. We really dont need this right now. I really dont need this right now. All I can think about is how he's waking up right now. Probably with his new boyfriend and he's content and not thinking about me at all. I'm thinking about how my mom wants me to come back and spend every last moment I can with my family. And how I want to so bad. I'm trying to be strong and remembering that I need help. I'm human. I'm flawed. I'm working it out.