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So I am having my panic attacks and I am just stressed out... what is the fucking point of living when you just have to try on clothes that you are gonna wear the next day just to calm you down and get nothing achieved while you just say " heck with it I will be fine, i will just lay down and sleep " when you know you have 4 tests this week and you are made to clean your room by the weekend and one of the tests is tomorrow... and then you don't even eat dinner because it was burnt so you are just laying here typing this big long rant and you feel like your gonna puke hole you head is pounding... with all this, you have to worry about the cats (which you want to get rid of so bad but your sister has one) attacking the Christmas tree and while (the only good cat that had kittens ) the kittens are in the tub plays around and you don't know if they will escape or not... haha this is my life