I'm gone.
I have a panic attack waiting in my head... body .. anxiety... I feel trapped. I don't let it in and what goes in doesn't come out. Hurt? not really... numb more like it... I can't stop obsessing about moving... I want a home I want control.. somewhere to feel stable. I have a fleeting comfort... he's ignorant to it's help. I'm behind. I skip again. I'm panic in human form. I'm devistated--not for any reason. I'm seperated. I'm on edge. I hate that I can't let go of the unnerving feeling. I get mad take it out on baby... I get hurt .. take it out on baby... or anyone in my path... I'm angry and unbalanced... I home routine helps. lol... do you see that..??? "home" instead of "hope"... it's even subconcious... lol.. I want a home--maybe I'll be back when I find one.