Young and ready to leave (living with adhd and depression)

I forget

I forget everything

Except the things i remember

I remember them so vividly

They’re as vivid as all of your school bench talks

Or small talk

Foggy. Everything is foggy. Always.

Always running towards a point, but you forget.

You forget the point on the way. And then it’s just, well.

I once wanted to paint

I couldn’t bare the thought of disappointing myself again

That there is yet another thing I found I can be good at

if I work hard

Good at

If I work really hard

But never the best

Always fraud

Impostor these days

Reality realisations responsibilities

And then I wanted travelling no more

I wanted family no more

I wanted friends no more

I just knew it was the end of my possibilities and the best thing I could do to stop disappointing myself was, well

Disappear