Sometimes I get so incredibly down that I end up on the bathroom floor crying. Not sobbing like in those depressing movies, just crying. Tears streaming down my face. Mouth half open.
Finding it hard to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
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.
