(For people who know me personally - FUCKING LEAVE RIGHT NOW, YOU DON'T NEED TO READ THIS BOOK)
FOR those who're oblivious to my situation can read ahead, it's pretty cool
This book is going to be a book of the art work of an amateur. Just random we...
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Ever walked to college in the morning and had an anxiety attack like... No. Don't look at me. Don't laugh. Like they talk and you feel like they're talking about you, like if they're laughing you feel like they're laughing at you. They aren't. Definitely aren't but anxiety is horrifying. You don't know when it attacks you. It creeps around until you're at your breaking point and erupts like a volcano.
Had an anxiety attack first thing in the morning when I went to college. Tch. Troublesome but fucking hell, it was scary and horrifying to force myself to sit when I was breaking. Everything feels numb.
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Yep. Nosebleeds. I ended up with a nosebleed after not being able to sleep properly for the whole month. Like slept for 2-3 hour in 2 days? Anxiety totally killing me. I got eyebags too and ended up cutting myself just to feel pain as distraction. Like... It was so silly and stupid. I ended up dragging the blade down my wrist just to distract myself. Like wat? Distracting yourself from pain with another pain? Like.... Oof. Stupid me. But it felt better. It was disgusting. I was probably loathing myself to death. Heh.
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If only I were this expressive irl too. Probably not. If I were, they'd probably call me an attention whore. Nobody reads this book anyways. Idk why im even doing this. Sighs.
