I am disappointed and ended up having a painc attack again. It sucks that nothing works the way i want it to. I am sick of trying. I am sick of getting disappointed every day. I am sick of waiting to finally get help. I am sick of those people who are so clueless about why i don't talk about special things ( i am afraid that they will not believe me), I am sick of those friends who think they woulde help me with saying "Better days are coming" - bitch tell me something i don't know. but when they tell me some problem they are dealing with i have to act like i am an therapist ( i'm thinking about a special friend of mine) ..
I want to travel and be alone but on the other hand i want people to care, to listen,to help me and to support me and cheer me up. But i am alone..but this is not new for me