Life is okay.

I'm okay, I suppose.

I'm still not really happy with myself, but that's okay case I'm rarely ever "happy" anyway. Most of the time I'm just content. That's alright. Happiness can be overrated at times. 

I love my friends, they make me feel happy. Happier than when I'm alone.

It still takes a lot of motivation to get out of bed, but I'm working on that.

I'm finding it easier to trust people now.

I'm slowly losing one of my friends. I know why it has to happen, but I still feel guilty.

I still feel like the living dead.

I;m still awkward.

I'm not really unhappy, I'm okay.

Bai.