Today I'm not anyone. I'm not a son, I'm not a brother, nor a friend. I'm contained within the blur of an old photograph clinging to the top of a pile of far more interesting pictures than who I am right now. I don't know who I am today. I remember who I was, and I know it's not who I want to be. I can't recall the best memories through five years ago, but I remember the worst feelings I've been, blessed with, since I was little. I'm fighting myself every waking hour. Every moment that comes to me is filled with negativity by my own hand, and once I realize it I'm hours away from it. I've turned into an angry and sardonic person who would rather lean in than roll with the punches. It's been like this for so long that no one in my family, or any of my friends want to help me with this anymore. I don't know what to do for myself, I don't know how to find myself, I don't know how I'm going to make it through the rest of this month in this state of mind. I just want to wake up as someone else tomorrow, I don't want to be a part of this cyclic agony for another breath, let alone the rest of this week. If you're reading this, please don't ever take yourself for granted. All of the little things that are a part of you are what holds you together and makes you unique, no matter what anyone tells you.