I made the mistake of reading a journal I kept from last summer. All I feel is panic right now. It’s like I’m reliving the pain of having my heart broken by a close friend all over again. 

I’ve felt my self slipping back into the depression I felt last semester this past week, and while I’ve been trying to be open about with my boyfriend and best friend, it doesn’t make it any easier. 

I just want to go home for a bit. I just want to be happy.