I have seriously cried every single fucking day in February, and god knows how many times during Janurary.

My dream came true this year and I am happy a lot.

But I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK ISS WRONG WITH ME. I can't handle stress anymore. I get panic attacks.It feels like I might get suicide thoughts.

Small things feel like the biggest thing to me, I cry to everything.

e v e r y f u c k i n g t h i n g.

I feel like people hate me. But I know they don't.

Like, I have put so fucking much time and energy into this one fucking project and nothing I've done is good enough or apprieciated