Not good

i'm stressed with work.. the people at work.

i'm tired of fighting.. of how my brain is dead tired at the end of the day.

How the bells starts ringing and I can tell that i'm have an attack again.

No one knows. The pain, the noise and the thoughts.

I have to keep it down and wrapped it up.

It's a secret the world can find. And i would lose my job.

tired.

want to cry.