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Di ako mapakali. Nangyayari nanaman ba? Wala akong right para maging jealous. Pero this fucking anxiety& #39;s getting the best of me. Ang dami kong iniisip. Nanginginig ako kakaisip. Although I have the capability to think the right thing, I& #39;m not listening to them. Who do I speak to
About this? No. I don& #39;t need help. I need help. Need someone to speak with. Don& #39;t need someone to speak with. Must think right. Can& #39;t. Stop shaking. Can& #39;t. Need help. Nope. Need help. Nope. This is ridiculous. Can& #39;t help it. Need help. Need help. Need help. I feel cursed.
It& #39;s okay. I& #39;ve only gone through this one time. It& #39;s not like I broke down and became devastated. Except that I really broke down and became devastated. I can happily welcome it again in my life because at some point it sort of happened again. I can just be used to this. I guess
I don& #39;t have time for this, I have a marketing paper to write. Is that so? Well I& #39;ve been staring at the monitor for roughly 30 minutes and all I see is blank. Why does my chest hurt, specifically where my heart is placed? This isn& #39;t real, is it? What& #39;s happening?
I hear valium& #39;s a prescribed medicine for anxiety. Should prolly right all my thoughts on a piece of paper and then burn them the next day. It& #39;s cold, you& #39;re cold. Wait what? No I& #39;m fine, everything& #39;s fine. I shouldn& #39;t be thinking about if there& #39;s someone else. Except I can& #39;t.
