This story is gonna be a lot different that what you’re used too. I live a perfect life. I grew up in a perfect little house with my whole family and then moved here. to a nice, beautiful big house. my parents aren’t divorced. I have an amazing group of friends who live right next to me basically. I‘m literally living a movie. Yet for some god-foresaken reason, I don’t feel like this is truly my home. it feels like there’s something missing. I struggle from random panic attacks for absolutely no reason at all. I just don’t understand.
-anonymous.