it's like living in a constant state of panic attack, everyday, all day. from the time i wake up, to the time i fall asleep. it's hard to breathe and littlest of things give me breakdowns. it feels like i'll pass out all the time. it's like i've forgotten to smile. i don't like talking, not to my family, at least.
i'm so sorry for being an asshole whenever i'm not feeling the tad bit of good i usually do. i'm really sorry.
i'm never calm and i hate my thoughts. no matter what, where, when, all i can think of is...
hmm
something is wrong, and it's wrong with me.
i always feel sick? like nausea and fever? aching? suffocated?sometimes, i don't know what i feel; and sometimes i feel nothing. i don't trust any positive thing anyone says about me. it's not true. i'm nothing. i can't do anything. i'm not pretty. i don't take compliments.
i'll respond politely but it kinda boosts this weird pain, which starts to hurt me physically. i feel bad that anyone at all thinks that way.i don't know
i feel bewildered
i can't word it
i wish i could erase my existence and all the memories of everyone linked with me.i just want to... leave? go home? i'm not at home even when i'm at home, in my room. i hate going outside.
thanks.
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Poems, Rants, and Vents. (depressing)
Poetryjust some poems and rants and vents... i'm sorry.