it started again and I don't know what to do - I couldn't (can't) breathe and I couldn't stop thinking and my head was spinning. I had to hide so that no one could see me in the state I was. I was completely alone and I hated it, so much. Why. Am I a bad person? Do I really deserve this? I can't say anything and I need - I need you to listen. I need somebody to listen otherwise I'll crack, I need to let it out and know that somebody cares. It made me wonder if anybody would fight for me. Somebody that could love me and fix me.
"People have been through worst." This is my worst. It might get better but you have to know, this is my worst - not yours or his or hers but mine. Today... was not my day.
It will get better
"People have been through worst." This is my worst. It might get better but you have to know, this is my worst - not yours or his or hers but mine. Today... was not my day.
It will get better
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