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I look around from my seat.

People. Chattering. Shouting.

It feels like I'm stuck here. I wish I could hide. To be by myself. I want to run away. But I can't. There's a window next to me. I wish I could just smash the window and jump out. My head hurts, and my body feels numb. Everything feels sore.

My arm starts shaking. I can't control it.

I pull my sleeve down and bite hard down on my arm.

I use this to try and cope with the anxiety I get from people. Is it effective? I'm not sure.

I haven't told my therapist about it because...it's fine. It's not a big deal. I feel so confused. Do I want to die? To self-harm? I don't think so.

What counts as suicidal ideation? And what doesn't?

I don't want to talk about suicide because I am trying to avoid in-patient at all costs.

Why can't I just hide?

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