Seven Hundred & Forty Eight

Theme: Joy

I'm feeling like crap tonight. My anxiety has just been sky fucking high and I just feel so ill from it all. I want a cuddle. I want to be at home in bed, asleep. That way I won't be thinking. I was told tonight at work that I try to hard and that I'm touchy feely. I mean I am trying. But if I don't try, then does that mean there will be loads of incidents and there will be a death on my hands? Also, its in my nature to be touchy feely (in that non pervy way). I feel like I need to shove myself even more in my shell. But if even more of me goes in my shell there will be fuck all left of me. I feel ill, and worthless and stupid and fat. I'm ugly and no matter what I do it's always going to be the wrong thing. My anxiety is just so high I feel like I can't cope.

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