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21.10.03 - 1:30 p.m. Christ, How does one draw a steady line with a shakey hand? I don't know if can fucking handle this anxiety attack shit anymore. Those bells are the only comfort anymore. Working helps. Fucking shakey hands, heart attack pulse and leak limbs don't help. I had a test in Italian and as part of it we had to deliver little "show and tell" speeches. I could feel the tears and I could just see myself running out of the room having to be consolded and having the whole class think I was a freak.
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