It is 12:03 a.m and I'm having a full blown panic attack. I'm drinking ginger ale hoping it will calm me down a bit. I don't know why I am having a panic attack. At night my mind travels to dark places and the urge to hurt myself again is at an all time high. My rooms so hot I feel like I'm going to melt and my heart is beating out of chest and my head is throbbing. I honestly don't know why I'm writing this. It isn't important but I feel going on and on about what's going on in my head or in my life at this very second helps me in some odd way. As of right now I am two days clean. I'm going to try and get some sleep now or it will be another 5 hours of me tossing and turning and cursing at myself.
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The mind of a depressed teenager.
RandomThis is were I will write what I feel and my problems and rant about how messed up I am.
