Okay. Breath a bit. Listen, girl, to yourself. Inhale, exhale, deep deep deep dig dig dig.

This is meant to be a personal pick-me-up but I don't know how to start. This is not about a dumb boy. Jeez, I've spent too much time caring about what boys think about me. Okay, let's write positive things. Frame me like a mirror does, reflecting back the truth of who I am and showing the way the light can bounce off me. 

There are fruits on my table that probably grew on trees that are older than me. But maybe they won't last so long anymore. Climate change and depression in a desperate race against each other to see what will meet its demise first, my world or the world in general. 

Where was I going with this? 

A sad swan song. A waste. A waste of potential. A wasted life. Oh no, sorry I forgot to be positive.

My issues are too enormous. I'm going to starve myself to death.