I don't think I could have lasted another week.

[Private to Self; easily breakable by Tonks/Charlie]
My hands haven't stopped shaking since the eruption. I'm jumpy all the time. I know Charlie has noticed. I'm sure everyone else has. I was doing so good, too. I was happy, I was tan, I was eating well. I was okay for the first time in years and years. And now I'm constantly on edge. Any little thing gives me an anxiety attack. If the ship just sits on the horizon to tease us, I think I may well go mad. I can't keep feeling like this. It hurts to be so nervous all the time. I'm afraid to go anywhere except the tree house since the eruption. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Please, ship, please be coming here.