I can never really recollect when this feeling completely took over me. But when it did-it was drastic. I became claustrophobic, lonely and angry-all the time. I would cry myself to sleep because I didn't think I could tell my dad without having him look at me as if I was mentally insane. To be honest, I think he already knows that something is wrong with me-he just doesn't want to believe it.

That hurts more.

I can't even wake up without feeling like I need to jump out my window.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. It hurts to hurt.

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Jan 15, 2013