It’s rather rude of me to start my blog with such a heavy topic, but for those of you who have been close to me, I’m sure you understand. I think constantly about how much better my life would be if I would not have been relocated to Oregon. I’m grateful for my experiences, lessons, and new outlook on life, but my brain has become unbearable.
I’m not sure I have the ability to explain this to any person, however, I need to try. With everyday, I seem to be sinking deeper into a routine. One which I can not remember the last hours of my life nor can I remember the past progress I have made. It makes it challenging to move forward when I’m in such a haze. Not only have I become terribly unhappy, but I haven’t been able to focus my attention on anything, including school. It seems to be a constant bicker with my father, who doesn’t understand that the move has caused all of my back steps.
I am, without a doubt, lost in this reality and incapable of pulling myself out. As much as I wish I could, I’m too run down and jaded to even consider making an escape.