This week hasn't ended, yet I feel so much pain in my stomach (OMG what is this thing to do with my stomach hee) and I cried a lot. Maybe I ate too much onions. Or did I forgot to eat anything? Hee hee. This is called "the anxiety". Familiar with the nauseous thing, like you're gonna throw up eventually while you're thinking or talking about something that is so hard to express? Yeah. That was it.
This was started last week. I've never been so scared of being left until that day. Sounds funny but it was true. I hardly believe it myself. I mean why? Have I lost my sanity? Perhaps, yes. It was so sudden. I have died trying to hide everything, yet he always guessed them (mostly) right. I have tried my best to find distraction, to find anything to keep me sane, to stay in the line, to hate him more and more ('cause it's a lot easier), but in the end I'll stuck again. The rest is this anxiety feeling. I'm lost in this dungeon.
|It's only a drawing.|