My Everything Hurts

Honestly, I am crap.

My neck hurts and my back hurts.

I have all those symptoms back again of dizziness and headaches.

The depression and anxiety are fucking up any positive thoughts I can muster, and I can't think why to get out of bed. 

I had my stupid recurring nightmare in which I have to go back to college, and I woke up startled and shaking.

My everything hurts.

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