I'm a hot mess. My panic attacks are back. Daily vomiting and all the other lovey feelings that come along with my anxiety. I moved away from my friends and haven't seen them in two years, yet, I won't go and visit because I get panic attacks being away from home and my family. I think I've hit an all time low depression wise. I spend more than half the day thinking about when I will cut again or maybe grow the nerve to take a few too many pills and sleep forever. I'm confused with absolutely everything, I'm way to dependent, I'm way to stupid, I'm way to anxious, I'm way to sad, I'm way to ugly, I'm way to suicidal.