It's been years, and I've grown up so much, new years has brought a unrecognizable twist. Schooling is fine, relationship with Christ and family is fine, everything is perfect, checking every box on the perfect list. I'm completely caught up but somehow falling behind. I'm in such a perfectly straight line. Everything has been so perfect so how is it that i still feel so alone, so empty, so depressed. It's all so perfect. The only issue is that it's too perfect.... Even the purr.... Of the word holds me so warmly, but yet it strangles me with mental illness.