panic attacks are no fun. no fun at all. my palms are sweaty, my limbs are numb, i feel like people are constantly talking about me behind my back, i suspect that everyone hates me, i even hate myself, there's a constant sense of impending doom, i feel like i'm not wanted anywhere i am, i feel like i'm in the way, and i just want to get out of my own skin.

yep, it's that time again.

i used to have panic attacks quite frequently but they had stopped for a certain period of time, but now i just feel the frequencies coming back. it's like my brain telling me that i can't just take a break from worrying.

i hate this. all of it.