I don't know.

I told you guys in my last update for The Other World that my week had been bad and that was why the update was so late, and I want to thank everyone who said they hoped things got better. But honestly, they didn't. In fact, every week - every day - keeps getting worse and worse and worse. Everything is getting worse. I am being pulled apart at the seams, torn into pieces until I can't even figure out which side is which and whether I'm going up or down, and guess what? No one outside of the internet ing cares. My own friends don't care, my own family doesn't care. If they did then you think they'd at least take one ing second to come up and ask me if I was alright or if I needed anything. But do they? No.

I had a panic attack for the first time in my life the other day thanks to all the ing stress I'm under, and I can't even ing tell my parents because I'm afraid they'll call me weak and over-dramatic. That's the type of family I have.

I might have to take a hiatus soon. I can't deal with all of this, not all at once.

I just wish someone would help me.