Hi,
Ok maybe lasts weeks note weren't entirley true, I still get thoughts, and I still lose control of my breathing. But overall i'm fine, i'm not gunna do anything stupid, i don't think i can let myself.
But i think it's kind of getting worse, as i can't stop shaking, it's all my hands ever seem to do. And it's making me worried which in turn makes me breathe faster, and then i go funny.
I'm not eating allot ethier, which doesn't help, so most the time i feel like i'm gunna faint.
I can't be in control anymore, but i'm trying my best. I know i should have told you the truth first time around, but if you would believe me, i was too scared.
So thanks fore reading this, As i will never give it to the person it's ment for, but it reminds me there is Strength in weakness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very tearfully, im easly upset, this was so AMAZING! XX tamara xx