I really had a rough day yesterday. All I wanted was to go home. All I wanted was to go to sleep.
But I couldn't do that.
So I had to pull myself together and just breathe, something that I couldn't manage to do.
I have only music to turn to. And last night I had that, music. And today I feel a bit better. I still don't want to be here, and I still wish I was somewhere else, but thanks to music I feel okay.
I feel fine for once.
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Anxiety
Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
