Lila
When I walked towards the cafeteria, my stomach felt like it was in knots. I wasn’t dry heaving, but I was far from feeling better.
I tried to keep myself calm by doing some deep breaths. But it wasn’t really working.
If I could just run and hide and forget everything and everyone, I would. My anxiety just has a hold of me and it’s not letting go.
Maybe I would not be feeling this way if I didn’t get yelled at last night by my mother. She kept yelling at me about how ungrateful I am and that I’m a rotten child. That’s why I don’t get along with my sister.
I can’t seem to please anyone. I do one thing and it just never seems to be the right thing to do, no matter how hard I try.
I never thought a stupid text would get me into so much trouble. It’s not just my trouble, I somehow
