Dear Friend, I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile, but I've been trying hard to not be a loser.

     I'm turning 16 soon. This is supposed to be the happiest moments if my life, I'm supposed to live that teenage dream. But in reality, I'm living my own personal hell. I love my friends and my family, but I'm the problem. My own brain is the issue. I can't help but feel dissatisfied
with my own person, like a part of me has forever been missing. I feel as if I'm watching my own movie. One where I wish instead I was the protagonist, I was the damsel to be saved, because I feel like I need to be saved.

    But maybe when I'm 16, I'll feel better. I'll maybe finally feel like I can handle things, maybe the coming months will make me really feel like the main protagonist.  

                                                    I've noticed I've blamed myself for everyone else's bad mood, I feel automatically I did something wrong. I know I didn't but I can't help but worry.