Reiko17 is writing
Sometimes I have anxiety attacks. I’m just sitting on my bed, staring at my computer screen with a pillow hugged to my chest, and everything—and I mean EVERYTHING—just rushes up and hits me faster than I could blink. One second I’m just starting, and the next I’m hyperventilating because each and every single failure, regret, bad-mistake and wrong decision just slams back at me full force. So I’m rocking in my bed, trying to hold back tears, telling myself that it’s okay, to stop thinking about it, that I can start anew tomorrow… and then I fall asleep with sufficiently appeased heart, wake up the next morning, go through the day, hop back into my bed at night, and the same thing happens.
God! How the hell did I let myself get like this? The weight, school, the poor habits, the everything! And I’m so far fucking gone that I feel I can’t ever pick myself up. It’s so amazing… I’m only seventeen years old and yet I feel like I’m fifty, middle aged, and have done absolutely nothing with my life. And It’s not that I take drugs or smoke or drink… hell, sometimes I wish I DID do those things. Better than what I’m doing now—missing school and procrastinating on everything and withdrawing myself from everyone. At least smokers can get somewhere in life.
I used to be extroverted. I used to be able to get along with almost anyone. Sure, I was shy, but it’s nothing compared to how I am now. I can’t interact. Perhaps it’s because I DO isolate myself from everyone. When I stopped going to school for months at a time (because I’m so stupid in the decisions I make) I just used to lock myself up in my room or stroll the streets alone for hours with my nothing but my own moody thoughts to keep me company. I don’t feel comfortable in the company of others.
When I think of the future, It’s hard to breathe. My chest constricts and I feel like I’m drowning. Hell, drowning would be preferable. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt nearly as much. It’s like everything just grabs at me from the inside and pulls me down, completely suffocating me. And I’m probably whining but things have gotten so bad lately that I just need to. I feel like I’m going to burst.
What should I do?
Heh. There are tons of things I should do. I should attend school every day (though I haven’t been missing as much as I did before I transferred), I should diet and exercise, I should study and work hard, I should stop thinking so darn much and driving myself insane, I should stop doing pointless things, I should stop looking forward and look at the now, I should get out more to cure my introverted character, I should stop….
Maybe I should just ask where to start.






