It’s got to that point again where I say I’m done. But this time not with life, not with everything. I’m done with being sad. I’m done with being sorry for being myself. I’ll still say sorry but thats gonna fade away. I’ll still be sad sometimes but I’m not gonna fucking dwell on it any longer. I really can’t be arsed with that shit. Todays the day I’m done with that. Fuck these mental problems I don’t need them. I’m better than this.