Haven't written in a while. Thought I would try this again. Though I stopped because it wasn't helping. Hell all it did was piss me off. I don't need to be angrier then I already am. Every damn day. Sunday I fell apart worse than I have since dad died. My mom had me hang her work clothes that were in the dryer. The first shirt that I pulled out was my dad's. She wears them sometimes when she's home. I was a wreak, even more than I have been. I still can't believe he's gone, when it's been 5 months. Everyone keeps telling me that I need to see a doctor for the attacks but I can't bring myself to do it. I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm crazy when I already think I am! I feel so alone and Lost.
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