Tell All My Friends I'm Dead

I've cried every night this week.

I'm sick of weighing out stuff on what I want to do and what I should do.

I hate bad timing.

I don't want to admit they were right.

I just want to be left alone in my room.

I hate my anxiety.

Panic attacks leading to pucking...

But most of all...the fact that all I want to do about it...

....is complain