I was fine. Not just fine. I was good. I was actually good!!! Then one little thing and now I’m all fucked up in my head!!! I can’t stand it. I don’t want to be fucking touched. I don’t want to be looked at. I’m like at least an hour or an hour and a half away from home and I’m ready to walk with my gps and go the fuck home. This is torture. No one gets me. They don’t understand how they affect me. Why do I have to be like this? Why do they have to be like that?
I feel fucking done with everything all over again.