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 alone…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.