Newbie user... New to realizing I have an illness... An Illness that dosent get instant attention n caring... Just coz there r no visible scars... No visible wounds... Its like happy hours of sadness... situations after situations of imaginary fears... Judging u to check if your judging me... Typing from my phone.. Thank god its quiet.. Helps focus better.. Not to forget my friend Alcahol.... So anxious about what im typingng rite now.... Not anxious any more coz I forgot what I want to rite.. I wanna impress u... Just so u think m good.. I dont mean any harm, I wanna fight u.. N b best buddies later on.... Y cant I fight u.. I try so hard to please, yet ure not special to me..