I swear I think I've forgotten. Currently I am anxious. I don't know what about, my head isn't racing much more than normally but the physical symptoms are almost unbearable. I cannae breathe properly, sitting still is difficult, I feel like I have hundreds of milligrams of caffeine or cocaine surging through my body yet I don't know why. Half of me wants to crawl back into bed because this is exhausting, the other half wants to strip my clothes off, dive into the River Mersey and sprint swim to Ireland. Obviously none of these is practical because I have a life to live, not to mention dignity to maintain. So instead I'm going for lunch with my grandparents, who will probably speculate I'm on some sort of drug and scold me for being jumpy and irritable. I hate this.
Yesterday I felt so low as well, I refused to talk and wondered who'd care if I was no longer here. Logic tells me lots of people would care: my mother, my aunt, my friends etc but there's no place for logic in depression.
Yesterday I felt so low as well, I refused to talk and wondered who'd care if I was no longer here. Logic tells me lots of people would care: my mother, my aunt, my friends etc but there's no place for logic in depression.
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