nothing

i will admit, lately i've been having trouble organising my thoughts. my paragraphs are cluttered and my thoughts are conveyed in circles. when i speak i make no sense, and when i dream, i become consumed by mundane events that i don't even spend waking hours thinking about.

honestly, year twelve is fucking with my head and i can't seem to function properly these days. i fret over the most innocuous things and my ability to deal with stress and problems seems to have completely decayed, to the point where all that's left is the all-consuming mass of panic in the back of my mind, in the pit of my stomach.

and then there's my histrionic personality and paranoid tendencies. my unpredictable mood swings and obsessive compulsive moments. i'm prone to hysteria and overwhelming moments of insecurity and loneliness. recurring lapses of over-emotional angsty teenager. yeah. i'm a mess.