Sometimes, no matter how hard I try to concentrate, I feel like I might lose control of my body if I keep sitting in my chair. At these points, I have to get up and leave the classroom. It is starting to happen more often. Every class. And I think it's starting to upset my teachers.

Sometimes, I text you just because I know you are going to reassure me. You are the definition of love to me. You know more about me than I have ever told you. I missed you more than anyone on my birthday. I think it is important to have days set aside to remind us of our forgotten memories, but they have been hard for me lately. Because the things that matter to me are far away.

Sometimes, I am not honest. But it is becoming less and less. And I am loving myself more and more.