Stressed out…

I am not okay.

I hate it when mom is sick.

I have a friend who continually tells me, “I don’t want to be here,” but I have petitioned her three times already for treatment and her therapist is on top of it, so I am just kind of stuck with that. It just makes me really sad.

I am fried from school. I am trying too hard to be perfect I think. I need to figure out how to relax and get out of my head, but the messaging from the program is so intense that it is hard to do that.

So yeah. I am just freaking out. I am tired. I am worn out. I need to rest, but I can’t.

Every nerve ending I have is at attention. If it were possible for my hair to be standing straight on end, it would be.

My anxiety meds are absolutely useless. Like totally.

I just need some kind of room to breathe.

I need to run away… but I can’t.

Sigh.

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