I don't have anyone to talk to.
I don't have anyone emotionally available, and it's driving me crazy. I can't stop thinking about how we're going to die, and I get these sorts of panic attacks because of it, and I want to rip all of my hair out and cry. No one takes me seriously, and these thoughts have been bottling up inside of me for months now. I'm scared. I'm terrified, even, of dying. I'm scared to grow old, and regret my decisions. I don't know what to do. I can't distract myself with anything at all, no matter what I do. Nothing is working. I get made fun of left and right, which isn't helping me, either.