it seems everything can make me sick. from lack of sleep, spread of germs, intolerances to food, sounds i hear in the night, and the casual beat down of my feelings.
felt my heart drop from my chest to my stomach. flew up to my throat, gagged me, and settled in the pit of my esophagus, choking me.
it's delusional and stupid and immature to let it get to me like this, but i've always been one to be overpowered by my emotions.
can't keep myself under control.
i don't know
i'm weary of motives and facts in general. overall afraid of the undoubtable truth.
i don't know what to do with myself or what to do to occupy my time.
we drove through the dark tonight. reminds me of everything i miss. sort of sad everything i miss all happened two weeks ago, yet it's already something i know i won't get back.
i miss the stupid vibrations and the stupid cartilage aches and i hate the stupid fact that some stupid kid can make me feel like this.
sick of getting daily panic attacks, it's fucking unbearable.
i hate having to say i miss school.
