Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

I’ve got this tight feeling in my chest.

Another panic attack about to hit.

Another million pulses rushing through my body making me fight tooth and nail to stop myself grabbing the scissors next to me.

Another feeling of loneliness.

Another feeling that I am being left behind, and can do nothing to stop it.

Completely overcome; completely helpless.

Fuck.

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