"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it." --HP

   I don't like way my dad looks at me. He just... Stares. There is no reason. I'll just walk by and out of the corner of my eye I can see him just staring. It makes me feel so uneasy.
   And I can't stand the anxiety. It's never been this bad. It's constant. Every second of everyday, no matter where I am. My breathing is always uneven. My heart is always pounding. The room is always spinning. I'm never good enough. Nothing is right. I need this to end, fast.
   Well, I am going to finnish my 'Harry Potter' movie marathon. That'll be a nice distraction for a while, at least.