OKAY. I have had a breakdown every night since Thursday. It is now Tuesday of the next week. I don't know what's wrong with me. I couldn't keep any food down all weekend. I cried. I slept a lot. I slept all through Friday. Then Saturday. Then Sunday till mom started screaming up the stairs, asking when the last time was I ate something. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's all her fault, though. I don't know what's wrong with her either. All I know is I can't fucking stay here anymore. DANI. YOU NEED TO BREATHE. Everything in my life is total shit right now. I'm a mess. Everything I need is right beyond reach, and it's not like I'd know what the hell to do with it anyway. If she would just leave me aloneā€¦if they all would just leave me the fuck alone. I can't worry about everyone. I can't keep apologizing for everything. For the world. It's not supposed to be my job. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think maybe I'm going crazy but I'm not a doctor so I can't really say. IT'S OKAY.

All I was ever good for was excuses, anyway.