God is there something wrong with me? Am I really just supposed to get used to the tightness in my chest, the impulsive urges to hurt myself or others, WHY do i just get things halfway ok then fuck them up??? I don't get it. Why do I have to live in fear of seeing people? Why do I have to relive things in my head everyday just because I can't get over it? I am about to spill my guts to a fucking public blog and just say fuck it.
but im gonna save myself and not do that.
