I hate this place so fucking much. Just as I was having less panic attacks and anxiety problems, I come home and everything goes to shit again. Back to square one. I want to be back at uni again so badly. I need my friends. I need to be distracted from the fact that I have a pretty severe anxiety problem. I need to get back to ‘normal’. I hate the idea of staying here over the summer. Going to stay at uni for as long as possible.
the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.
I actually needed that.