DarkenedSoul's Journal

it's all i can do to breath right now. my depression, my anxiety, and everything else is coming together and i don't know what to do. No one is around, my dad is violently ill, can't talk to him and he's usually my main support system. Clara hasn't called me in ages. Everyone else is either busy or not around. And when I say it's all I can do to breathe right now, I mean it. I can't stop crying. My chest is tight, I can't relax. I have so much more to do, and I'm trying to take it one thing at a time, but I have 3 write-ups to do by wednesday, a test wednesday, and a big draft of a paper due thursday to share (and of which i haven't written much at all because of everything else.) today I had too much, all work, all the time, all the anxiety, all the stress. it's been like this for weeks on end, and i can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore. I only have to endure a few more days of this, but I don't think I can even last that long.