Looking at myself now, I laugh. It almost feel like I lost myself again. Don't get me wrong, I love myself one hundred percent, it's nothing about that. I've been getting much more panic attacks recently, so much so that I'm beginning to suspect myself for having split personalities. I have the normal me knowing what's right and loving life, then there's the sad me thinking that whatever happening is the end of what I can take, and finally there's the angry me thinking all about how I can't wait to see the person who did me wrong fall to the damn ground.