Lovely time to flip out

Super dandy. Here I go again, and at the most Inconveinent time. On campus. It's 1:09 PM, and I have class at 4:00 PM. Yet I don't think there is anY way I can go. Or I mean to stay here until then. It's he thing with the social fear and anxiety and paranoia and aggression. Ya know, here's me wanting to literally attack then next person that fucking looks at me. That's super helpful. I'm on campus and there isn't a safe place anywhere where I can go and not feel stared at or like an ugly abomination of sorts. I can't decide what the fuck to focu on and my min is like a sive. Yet there isn't anything stopping my brain from running aroud at 96 miles per hour. Those two are a badcombo. I wish I could convey how I am feeling into fucking words so that others can understand. I feel like rippin my face of, scratching my own fucking eyes out, an then attacking anyone who looks at me funny and then kill them.

I can't fucking type anymore bc I can't fucking stand where I am anymore and I'm about to throw my fucking phone and stomp it intotge ground bc it takes too long to type on this bitch.


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