Wretched and cold

I manage to breath easier, now for a while, for a second. Before my anicity is gonna grab around me again. And I know it's coming. Later today I'll shake, I'll cry and I'll scream, like nobody knows me anymore and I get a twisted mental pacient. The way it allways goes. With those people in that room. I hate rooms with people sitting on chairs and picking on me, it gives me flashbacks, paranoia and creeps. That's why what happends to you isn't so important to me at this moment, because this is the worst feeling I know. But I dare you to suicide for me, do that and I go right after. Please don't do that to my mother.