“i look back at my paper but it doesn't make any sense. the wriitng doesn't look like mine and yet i know i wrote it. what is wrong with me today? panic rises.” — joanna kendrick Copy Share Image
“despair threatens to overwhelm me.i have no life. my friends only tolerate me, they don't really like me. i'm just useful to have around.… — joanna kendrick Copy Share Image
“i look back at my paper but it doesn't make any sense. the wriitng doesn't look like mine and yet i know i wrote… — joanna kendrick Copy Share Image
