I’ve been anxious this past week or so and it’s getting worse, especially when I have asthma.
I’ve been trying to cope on my own, thinking that I will feel better enough to study after my shower but nope.
I got triggered and everything just crumbled in front of my eyes.
I was holding on so hard but who knew that someone so special could have pierced you right into your heart with a rusty sword…
And trying to pull your brain out of your skull.
I don’t need any more worries.
I don’t need any more pressure.
Don’t “try and remind” me about “how I have to deal with this in the future” and “need me to do something about it”.
Why are you so rude?
Adding fuel to fire is your forte I believe?
My walls are built high now.
Telling you what I’ve been feeling hoping you understand and care is my biggest mistake.
Don’t. Blame. Me.