I wish I could somehow curb my delusions, and that I wouldn't have to argue aloud with them in order to silence them.
I wish that tomorrow I will be able to get up from the bed, stretch and smile and do the morning routines as usual, have a hearty breakfast, and ride my bicycle to my parents' house.
I really don't see why I should let my fear of harassment control my life; Que sera, sera.
I know that healthy life is the key to happiness, nutrition and exercise and that, but I don't always feel like eating healthily or exercising. I will try harder.