i miss you. i have no idea how many times i have said this.
but i can't take it, everything is screwed.
i forgot to bring home ss textbook. GREAT.


the early hours of the morning, the sensual cold wind grasp my feet and i feel the anxiety creeping back into me. as my eyelids get heavier with every blink, time passes faster and before you know it, the sunlight crawls into the room. another day of sheer torture and senseless panic attacks. breaking down is becoming an option and there is nothing else you can do. hope,fear,stress.