Confession: I am in a bad place emotionally, and I cannot tell anyone.
My friends are not going to be with me in school.
I am retaking a class for the 3rd time.
I'm only taking three classes this semester, meaning I have literally 2 years before I can leave that hell of a school.
My parents think all I do is sit around and watch YouTube (I do, but it's cause if I do most anything else, I will get a panic attack)
I cannot talk to my mother without feeling judged.
My father is never around for me to talk to him. And when I do try to talk to him, he turns it into a lecture.
My sister doesn't take anything seriously; my brother just doesn't care,
And me?
I'm in a bad place emotionally.
All these things do not add up to the toil I feel when my heart is racing for no damn reason and I feel the tears pricking at my eyes.
They may have contributed to the shortness of breath I feel every single day even though I am just sitting in my couch trying to force that last bite of toast down my throat and make it stay in my stomach,
Even though I have not eaten well in about a week. I am not hungry.
I am tired.
Deuces✌,
Chey🐻
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Little Infinities
Non-Fiction"No one told me, That love was something to be afraid of. Now look at me; Afraid to get my heart broken After one encounter With the angel-disguised sin. " c.w A collection of poems, dreams, thoughts and short stories.
