275.

September 27, 7:03 pm.

If I said I was only scared, that would be a huge understatement. I think my anxiety is slowly coming back. Today I had to go to dad to the doctor and we got in the car. When we were half way to the hospital, I remembered I had forgotten my bag in my room. I started panicking. It seemed like my lungs were rejecting the air. I started inhaling and my whole body was trembling. Dad started to repeat my name and all I remember is when large black dots started forming in my vision. I woke up in the hospital, with my dad beside me.

Cameron was the only thing that was really constant on my life. And somehow, I even managed to lose him

276.

September 28, 9:12 pm.

Sophie came over and told me I needed to get better. This sounds like old times. I'm feeling pathetic and Sophie trying to cheer me up.

I just spent more than two hours staring at the ceiling and trying to think.

I've been caught up in a load of drama. I don't know how untangle myself from it anymore.