I hate seafood. No money. It's cold actually. I hate heights. And I just don't want to go anywhere even the beach though I know I should. My cousin said I've been ****** for the last two days. And she hoped I "feel" better. I want so much to be happy and want to be around people. All I want really is to be alone and I cut and take klonopin to keep the panic attacks at bay. I cry for no reason and hate myself.

I haven't felt do bad in a long long time.