If I open my mouth I'm going to scream. Slept for 21 hours yesterday. Haven't done anything today. The darkness of my thoughts is scaring me. Can't put them into words, they're too terrible. Too much self-hatred, anxiety. Can't be around people, can't concentrate, can't even sit up for more than a few minutes without tiring out. I'm safe, just unwell. I need to go back to sleep. It's the only thing that brings me any peace, any quiet inside my own head. I need to wait it out like I always do but this is the worst it's been in a long, long time.