fifty seven
10-17-15 eleven days clean
I go into these episodes where I'm so terrified of everything,
Where I feel myself break
And I feel so cold and alone.
Loud noises scare me then.
I have no idea of how to control my surroundings,
It all scares the shit out of me.
And I don't know what to do about this.
It lurks around every corner,
Along with anxiety.
Depression lives within me, though.
I don't feel like I'm connected as a whole person.
- (m.m)
I wish I wasn't so damn insecure.. I hate myself, I hate the way I look. This is reality, though.
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