On the days of awful silence after what happened, a bunch of over thinking stroke me. The feelings I've been keeping to myself was a little bit too much for me. Diverting my feelings over hanging out with friends and taking myself to far worst of my being, made me feel some what nauseous than I ever was. I was even on the verge of flipping out again on a blog post. Then it hit me. I needed to stop. I don't need help because I know I can help myself. I've been doing it for almost all of my life.
