It’s been over 2 months since I posted. I’ve been having a hard time with my mental health for a while, but I couldn’t really talk about it. Keith and I aren’t talking anymore. He gave up on our friendship. At this point, I’m honestly just mad at him. I know it was like 75% my fault, but he didn’t even try talking to me about it before he just stopped answering me. Then Marz got a matching tattoo with someone else, which would make any matching tattoo we were going to get together mean basically nothing. I’m just feeling like shit. This whole year has been mostly lows overlapping each other too much for me to feel up to talking about anything. Even just a bunch of small things like my internet not working for a while, making lots of calls while trying to switch my phone plan from one company to another, my phone breaking recently, my card for my apartment’s laundry machines breaking, having a public mental breakdown when seeing Father’s Day stuff. I mean, I guess those aren’t all small things, but they aren’t as big as some of the other things. I’m tired. The bad keeps coming, and I’m tired of it.