I live in this world in which you would believe I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
You'd also think that my friends would be there for me. They aren't. When you watch or even read something about someone going through trouble, this person has their friend(s). But not me. My friends forgot all about me and they are living their own lives.
I hate sounding selfish. I hate making everything about me. But, I've realized. It has to be about me now because I'm not okay.
I've had two panic attacks in the last two weeks. I've become so frustrated that I've broken plates, glass, and mobile phones. I've been nearly tearing my hair from my head. I feel sick, mental. And that's not okay. If I know that something is wrong with me, does it make me less mental or just more frustrated with the act that I can't help myself become normal again? This 'mental' ruins my eye sight. It's straining it because my eyes aren't bad, my brain is. That's what I've been told.
I just wish that my life would get to normal some day. I feel like if I do nothing and just live on life, everything will fall into place and I'd be happy and normal. No.
That's not going to work. I have to just stop living life as it goes on and not do anything with that. I can't just live everyday as if doing nothing will change someday. I have o start doing something to make my life better. I need to get better. I need my brain to get better. I have to stop being mental. I need to get real friends. I need to get a boyfriend. I need to get a job. I need to stop being mental.
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