My mother... SHE THINKS SHE UNDERSTANDS. SHE THINKS HER SILLY NONSTOP WORRYING AND RESEARCHING IS A PANIC ATTACK. She doesn't know how it feels... I don't blame her... BUT THINKING IT'S NOT SERIOUS?! I hallucinate about the world changing at my feet, I believe that people with giant dragon heads are coming to burn me at every corner of the street. I can see monsters on an empty street, a woman with an umbrella; a champion with her sword... I hallucinate every day... Does she...? DOES SHE?! NO. SHE DOES NOT. SO HELL IF IT'S NOT SERIOUS. HELL IS MERCY FOR ME. I AM LIVING A LIFE WORSE THAN HELL.
I WANT TO DIE!!!
If I jumped from here, will I find myself in a better place...?
Well. Only one way to find out...
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