I would put a date, but I don't want to remember

These past few days have been really awful. Between the major anxiety attack I had on Monday and the waking up incoherently today only to find out I have a piano lesson in less than 10 minutes, I feel all over the place. I know it's my week, but I've lost count of how many times I've gone to take a shower just so I  can cry in secret. I already feel like this and then my mom yells at me (which is not necessarily rare, but also not often) and it makes me feel like less than shit. Now I have to go eat with the grandparents.