I feel a little better today. Anxiety-wise at least. I finally slept through the night without waking up once. It was VERY much needed.But I feel very worthless and meaningless, like I hold absolutely no importance. I keep thinking about dying, and everyone I know dying, and the world dying. If we're all gonna die, what's the point? Is there even a point? Sometimes I just wanna get it over with, but I don't want to hurt my mom.  
 
Also, I'm not sure if it's the Prozac or just my anxiety, but I keep having really strange dreams. Sometimes they're about what I fear when I have attacks, and sometimes the entire dream consists of me walking while looking at my feet and thinking out loud "My shoes are on the wrong feet." Haha. Those don't bother me, but the dreams about what I fear when I have anxiety attacks are terrible. I woke up crying and shaking from one two nights ago.
I really just want all of this to end. I would give anything to go back to last month when I was completely numb and didn't care about anything.