Twelve days, it took twelve days for it to feel like everything's breaking again, or I just posted here out of spite and everything was already broken. I feel like the outcast in the community, someone who's reaching so far but getting nowhere. I consistently think about death, but I know that won't get me anywhere. I'm too scared to talk to people, I've become a shut-in, and I've started having attacks on my worst days. I don't know if they're anxiety or panic or just plain my head destroying itself, but it hurts. I shouldn't miss you because I can't rant to you, but I do. I miss those repetitive "just breathe" messages that helped me through so much. I wish I knew what I did wrong, I can't think of anything. I rattle myself to try to, and I'm sure there's something somewhere but I don't know what it is. I remember noticing you were distancing yourself far too many nights and it hurts that I let it continue, that I didn't ask what was wrong, that I made you feel like you had to just outright ignore me to get your point across. I try not to cry often, but lately it just feels like the only thing I can do.