I had always considered it a fleeting thought, but it's not. I'm currently 22 years old, and just yesterday, I felt a certain dread that gradually grew as the day came to a close. I thought of it as one of those days when you feel kind of lonely, so I did what I had always done, writing. But it didn't work, the feeling was still there. I don't know how I should communicate this feeling to my family; I rarely talk about my feelings to them. So, I talk to a safe and comfortable place, my girlfr...
