I don't know how much I have left. I feel so weak. My stomach hurts. Each attack worse than the last. No one to go to.
I don't know how long I can keep this up. It hurts. I can't see myself making it another year. This attack really put me in a bad place.
I'm honestly scared of myself. I'm my worse enemy. Thanks to me I have no one to help me. I've ran everybody off once again.
I'm so weak, so tired. I don't know what to do. . .