I sat in my room, staring at the videos on my computer screen. Tears streamed down my face, not because of a sad video, but because of realization. My family doesn't fucking care. They wouldn't care if I had only left my room for school. I can't even escape them this weekend. This weekend is all about my brother. It's his birthday, on sunday, so he's the center of attention. I'm not mad at that, im mad that my parents are planning a huge get away and it's not fair ,because, what did we do for my birthday? Nothing? Oh, what a surprise! I'm less important. Less special.
As tears continued to our, my breathing became uneven and painful almost. I tried catching my breath, but i simply couldn't. I had no one to go to during my anxiety attack. I had nothing. No one. I am nothing...
"Fuck!" I cried out, slamming my laptop shut. I dropped it on the ground, burying my face into my pillows, my cries going from regular crying to violent sobs.
I ended up ppassing out from exhaustion, being left in the blank loop of sadness, anguish, and frustration.
Overall hurt.
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Rant Book
Fanfictionheyo this book is just going to be oneshots of characters to describe how I feel. i tend to think of random oneshots or i just need to rant about my anxiety or whateverr but uhh yeah also if i feel fluffy and happy, that'll happen. or if i am feelin...
