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Oct 08, 2007 14:41

I had a panic attack in a dream last night. THAT was a weird feeling. But in my dream panic attack I was getting dry heaves, which I don't normally get. Anyway, it was really weird and I woke up feeling short of breath and nervous.

Heading back to London today after being at my mom's house/visiting my dad in Toronto since Friday evening. Thanksgiving family stuff. Saying "goodbye" to my brother for the last time in a long time.
At the moment I don't really feel like going back to London. Going back to London means I have to go back to my life, and sometimes it's nice to have a break from your life.

Halfway through "Haunted" and I'm still loving it.

My mom is upstairs making turkey soup (my favourite) and listening to The Stones.
And I'm sitting down here wondering what the hell I want.

I know what I want. I just don't know how the fuck to get it.

crazy me, dreams, panic attacks, family, books

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