12:40:57 | 2000-07-21
I am at the end of my rope.
I am scattered, panicking, sick.
So anxious, I can't decide whether I'm going to be sick or going to cry. My psyche is in a bad place. I feel shaky. I feel sad.
And now I have to go. And smile. And make people believe in me. When I can't even believe in myself.
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