So I've had this intese paranoia that something bad is about to happen. Everytime my phone rings i have a panic attack, and every time i leave my house i expect there to be some sort of accident. I don't think i'm going to leave my house aside form work until 2006, for fear of an anvil falling on me.
I swear i can't hande it all falling apart right now.
FUCK.
FUCK IT.
FUCk IT ALL.
I swear i can't hande it all falling apart right now.
FUCK.
FUCK IT.
FUCk IT ALL.
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Agoraphobia in 2006!