Not Again...

My stomach is in knots from thinking so much and my head is about to explode. My handwriting is worse than usual. The past few days I haven't even wanted to get out of bed...

It's coming back.

It wants more... more blood, more pain, more hurt. I'm scared. I don't know if I can survive another round. I want to be rid if this d@mn thing forever...

But somehow I know it will claim me as a permanent victim.