I am convinced I am going to die.

[finding_shakta]

I took a Klonopin for the anxiety.

It won't help.

Alex said, "I don't know how you've been so strong."

He said, "I'm proud of you."

There's this hostile, horrible sad fluttering in my chest and in my throat and lungs and stomach.

It's been there for days.

I hate it.

I hate entries like this.

My words sound more sad than they are.

Life is a strange thing.