I can't sleep right. I can't get dressed right. I can't breath right. I can't do anything properly. I don't think I have the will power to do this anymore. Everyday I think about how none of this is worth it. I used to be a happy person. I used to love myself, I used to like me. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't really want to do anything anymore. I just sit here in discomfort, might as well not be here.

It's not fair that I need you all the time when I just hold you back.