I am not well, I'm not well at all. I've been trying to act like I'm fine, but I can't. I am almost a legal adult and when my parents brought it up, I broke down bawling. I can't take the pressure, the anxiety, the hurt and I am already not okay. I haven't been okay, I never really was. Born into a broken and struggling home that learned to keep itself together far too late and it's screwed me over. My mental health sucks, I'm in almost as much pain as my mom with a list of physical problems and I'm less than half her age, I'm always so tired, I'm always hurting, I can't find anything that makes me really happy and I just want all of it to be over already. I'm crumbling and have one more year lest before I have to worry about a job, but less than 3 months before I can't ignore the world anymore. I'm not ready. I've finally started to rewire myself, but I'm still broken, I'm still hurt, and the world will crush me under its boot as if I were only a blade of grass. I don't know how long I can take this.