"but there's still no cure for crying"

Three panic attacks in two days. I guess the baddies are here. I swear, my world gets smaller every time I cry. And you know me, I can cry for hours...

I could say it all started when...blah blah blah. But sometimes I think it all started the moment I was born. I was made for this. I was made to be sad. I know I shouldn't think this way, that I should think I am more and not believe in voodoo, but right now nothing else makes sense.

And it's bad, and it's wrong, and I need to get my thoughts right.


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