Either anxiety's getting the better of me, or my throat feels funny because I might have a tumor. Again.

****.

It better be my anxiety. I didn't work to keep myself from committing suicide just to die later.

Of course, that'd be my life wouldn't it?

Miserable, attempted to be happy, only to die a few months later because; well that's ****ing life isn't it?

What's sad, I felt lump earlier; I swore it. Now, it's gone. I don't know if this is another hallucination/mind **** that my brain keeps pulling, or if I actually have to worry.

This being mentally ill isn't as fun as the films and shows made it out to be. Can I return this product?