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Sunday, March 31, 201310:59 PM


"I can't breathe..."

I've been staring at the blinking cursor for quite some time because I'm not in the mood of doing anything much. I feel like there are many things I want to say but I just don't exactly know how to fit words to it. And I don't know why. I was just sitting there doing nothing and then inside of me I could feel this scream, like it's fighting to get out and I don't know what the hell is happening because I just want to just fling myself somewhere and just make the whole world shut up but I can't because I can't and I just can't. I feel like there is too much going on but I don't want them to happen even though it has to happen. I don't get it I don't get it. And then every day I just over-think and kill myself with all these thoughts whether they are about me, whether they are about someone else, whether everything is my fault, whether I really suck like what they say but I don't know I don't know I don't know. It sounds so stupid to even type like this and think like this because it sounds like such a stupid and tiny problem but it's not it's not it's not. It's tearing me apart and I don't know what I'm doing it's like I cannot control what I'm thinking about and I just want it all to stop because I just feel so helpless and sad now. 

The end.