I’m depressed, what’s new? For the past two weeks I haven’t stopped stressing over the fact that I’m so far behind in life. That I’ll never find someone to love because I’m terrified of being hurt again so I shut myself away. All I’ve ever wanted to be was a mother but I’m starting to think that dream will never come true. Nothing has ever gone right for me, so why do I keep being surprised when another disappointment happens? I need to stop getting my hopes up. You’d think I would know better by now, it’s kind of pathetic really.