twenty-eight june
twelve : oh-one

i think i'm having a(nother) panic attack.

everything is loud. i can feel it all pushing against my head.

its difficult to breathe. my heart hurts. i feel like i'm going to implode.

and you won't leave me alone. won't stop acting like i want you. won't realise that i'm not some goddamn naive little bitch.

its not helping any. nothing helps.