my diary

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It's the 14th December at 10:39 pm.

My day was ok.
I had Maths in the first lesson but our teacher just answered questions for the exam. Then we had English but our teacher just talked about the elective courses and answered questions. That really triggered me because I have no fucking idea which subject I should choose and that shit belongs to my panic of the future. Anyway, then we had Music and we did the same shit we did in the last lesson so I just listened to music. Then we had Latin and two hours Informatics.

Religion was cancelled today so I went with my girlfriend for lunch. Then I went home and looked over Maths but I still understand everything. I'm really scared of the exam, I cried more than two hours because of it.

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I cutted again. The pain actually helps me to feel better. But can someone please tell my why the fuck does everyone need to know how to do Maths? I don't understand it.
I think that I have a psychical Trauma which caused Depression and Anxiety by the way because I show all the symptoms of it. But yeah, I'm not in therapy because I can't talk to people I don't trust. I need to trust the person, to know what he or she's thinking and how he or she's going to react when I'm telling my shit.

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That's it for today.

See you next time. Byeee:)