I can't take it anymore. She makes me feel like she did when I was a kid. I want to hate her, but it's not her fault. I'm the one that's weak, the one that can't handle her mood swings. If I wasn't already feeling so shitty, I wouldn't care. Why can't you just leave me alone? I can't deal with you in my head, her and these panic attack right now. My heart needs to stop beating, and I have to stop breathing. I need to die. Have to keep my mask on in case my father wants to talk to me. A few more hours and they'll be asleep. Don't think I can wait that long. I need to end it now.