I can picture your face well.

I want to pinpoint the certain time and date when I spiraled into this. I want to figure out why I allowed myself to let it get to the point that it's at right now. I can't think about this or you anymore it hurts too much. But when I turn my mind to what I should be focusing on, I find myself equally hurt and so lost. I don't know how to take all this anxious energy and put it into productivity potential. It's really what I need to do. I don't know why you think it's fun to build me up only to watch me fall. hard. I wish I could function normally.