Clouds Will Rage Up, Storms Will Race In, But You Will Be Safe, In My Arms.

Today was full of angst.

In a nutshell,
Two panic attacks, (Really three, but whatev.)
The voice is getting louder,
Suicidal thoughts,
Mother,
Report Cards came,
Etc.

But really I'm just fed up.
Fed up with life, I guess.
I'm tired of feeling fat all the time,
Feeling useless, stupid.
Like death is the only way out.

And like I said,
The voice is getting louder, harder to ignore.
It just seems like it's saying all of the right things,
And like I just can't say no.

I don't want to take my pills tonight.
I know I need them,
But they play around with my emotions.
I feel fake when I take them.

Getting on a better note,
Apparently Daddy and Mommy called some therapists,
And they're gonna pick one out soon for me to go check out.
I'm happy I'm finally getting a little closer to getting better.
It's helped a lot to know that they actually do care,
Regardless of some things that have been said.

I think I'm gonna try sleeping now.
I hope I have a good weekend.
And that you do too.

Peace.