(It began as all bad days do: Anxiety, and nothing to do) It’s been a bad day. A really bad night. And I just don’t know how I’m going to tell her after this. How I can share that, Even though at times I scare myself with it. She should be able to tell I need more help, But I don’t think I’m her priority right now. And I don’t blame her. Bad stuff with my grandparents. Moving my brother into the house he’s rooming, Why would she see life’s a game that I’m losing?