In the past few months, a lot from the past has caught up with me. I constantly find myself thinking about the bad times i've had, and TRYING to remember the last time i've actually had a really good time. The worst part about it is that everytime i start daydreaming it turns into thoughts i'm disgusted with, and i continue to just ask myself, What if? What if I'm not around? What if I hadnt ever been there in the first place? I've tried to tell people about it such as my mom, dad, friends, grandparents. All of them...change the story. I dont know what else to do...