Netflix wouldn't work today.

He texted me. But not when I needed it.

The place I work makes me feel dead inside.

The ceiling fan was just a little too loud.

There's this pressure in my head.

I can't focus on anything.

I couldn't get to sleep. Again.

I didn't want to wake up. Again.

The people at school don't like me.

All I have time for is school work.

My degree is going to be useless.

Crowds. Crowds. Crowds.

A lady yelled at me at work.

Sensory overload.

I wanted to tear at my head.

I cried instead.

I can't stop thinking.

I can't stop.

I can't.

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