maybe its all just a cruel joke.
This has just been the worst week ever. Tomorrow is Sunday, the start of a new week. I barely have hope that things will get better, but I know some things will. Maybe school will get easier. I don't know. Maybe things won't get better, but at least I will start to get used to it all. That is something in itself to look forward to.
My only salvation from having a panic attack came from confiding in my friends all week. My anxiety is enough to strangle me. The only breath I take is in the knowledge that the bad days will inevitably end. Its still not soon enough. I wish I was given the reassurance that would have made things easier for me. I wish I had all the answers only time will tell. I don't want to be alone.
I may be the last thing on his mind right now, but he seems to be the only thing on mine. I miss him more than he knows.
Who knew this would hurt so bad.
My only salvation from having a panic attack came from confiding in my friends all week. My anxiety is enough to strangle me. The only breath I take is in the knowledge that the bad days will inevitably end. Its still not soon enough. I wish I was given the reassurance that would have made things easier for me. I wish I had all the answers only time will tell. I don't want to be alone.
I may be the last thing on his mind right now, but he seems to be the only thing on mine. I miss him more than he knows.
Who knew this would hurt so bad.