I've been kind off, you know, H A P P Y for most of my life. but When I fond out I have anxiety, I stared to be anxious about it. It was all find until the, thing happened. my grandmother had a broken wrist, so I was all way trying to find ways to help her. She was like my therapist, kind of. until one day, she just, was gone. Just gone I felted not only sadness, but regret. Voices in my head were telling me: "You're a mistake." " Nobody likes you." and "You're so awful." I tryed to block it out, but that made it wross. They said I was runing away from my doom, and that I was being a Crybady. Sorry its the truth This IS probably my last anim Ever