I'm trying not to panic but I'm panicking. My eyes keep welling up with tears and I keep fighting off the urge to scream. Clare keeps barking and I'm getting annoyed. Why am I getting annoyed? I can't breathe. Breathe Steph breathe. Waking up this morning to how I woke up was horrible. I've never felt so...
I only have a B.A. in Psych. And it's focused in Social for crying out loud. I'm trying not to diagnose myself. I'm trying not to. But how can't I? I analyze everything.
I feel sick.
The buss pass on the desk is staring at me like some sort of temptation. I want to get out of here. But I also want to get back in bed and continue to cry.
Don't take this from me too.
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