If i can get gas money i am going to see my dr...

Somethings not ok and my ability to express it lessens;i cant yse the phone at all anymore ... i feel something i felt before i started improving..

I seem to be fughting against my conscious desires, choices.. subconsciously..
Im trying to scream out but by time the reverberations echo the surface the thoughts, or words, feelings? My desired informational transfer is casi caught, boxed, locked and hidden .. the feeling of being empty, and the disappointment of incompletion without being helped, scared, alone...


No one will ever find me... i just want to have a life :'(

I keep reaching out, please reach me