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Slowly i am begining the cycle of my yearly panic attacks. I think about one thing and stress about it for atleast an hour untill someone calls attention to my wet hands and dripping forhead. What am i turning into? I can't stop worrying about the future, i pay no attention to what movements are happening around me at that moment, it doesn't matter to me. It's like a fore warning accident waiting to happen, slow motion, cracking glass, people dying. Thats what i've become.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy for all that has been given to me yet i seem to be eager for more, no not material things, wanting more with my life.
My mother is considering moving to New York with her sister to start a new life, she wants me to go with her. Never. The only people keeping me going are the people here, My real family.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy for all that has been given to me yet i seem to be eager for more, no not material things, wanting more with my life.
My mother is considering moving to New York with her sister to start a new life, she wants me to go with her. Never. The only people keeping me going are the people here, My real family.