My name is Alex, and I live in the middle of nowhere. I have an amazing mother, and amazing friends. To most people, I seem to have a great life. I look happy. Most people don’t ask me how I am, or even care, really.
I’ve never been diagnosed with anything, probably because I wouldn’t even open up to the therapist I refuse to see again. She tries to blame my problems on my father, but that’s unfair and untrue. I don’t have a sad story, I don’t have a traumatic event, and I don’t have a life changing moment that made me so fucked up. I have plenty of problems now, and if you ask I’ll be more than willing to tell you about them. I post a picture of myself occasionally, so if you want to see what I look like, just keep your eyes open.
*If you know me or recognize me, please leave and don’t follow me. I don’t need you to start talking to me, or trying to fix me. I feel incredibly uncomfortable posting what I actually feel if you know me in person.
