Time is such a weird concept right now. Many people I know are staying up late (either due to anxiety or something else completely) and then sleeping during the day. Days blend together so that the "weekend" is merely a concept instead of something to look forward to. For me, I only know Monday-Friday because I have an alarm that goes off reminding me that I need to work. They say to take things one day at a time when you're struggling... but I find living hour to hour is much easier.

I never thought I was a good writer. I wasn't that great of a student in high school because of everything happening in my life. I missed a lot of school Junior year and was actually worried about graduating on time. I worked my ass off Senior year to not only graduate, but to actually get into college. It's not that I wasn't smart (I was actually tested during my Junior year and found to be very smart), I just didn't have anyone pushing me... no one telling me that I could do or be anything.

I've been struggling... really struggling. As is everyone else, which makes it difficult to reach out for help. Yes there are hotlines to call where you can speak to professionals, but in my experience, that always makes me feel worse. You'd rather talk to a friend that understands you, but what if they're in the same boat as you?

Compassion is defined as sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others. I would define it as having empathy for other people and what they may be going through. But what does that mean, exactly? What does it mean to be compassionate?