so this is the thing:

I don't feel good.
I'm sorry if you need me.
I can't help you. I can't help anyone.

I have anxiety attacks. This friday was the worst yet. Couldn't breathe for a long time, and when I finally started again my whole body ached. My body has been shivering since. My soul can't keep up. My heart is out of order.

Sometimes I have to find out that I am creep just to know that I'm able to move on.

I can't help.
I can't be helped.