Here's a toast to another day wasted.
There's a lot about myself that I don't simply get. I was half-dead in most of my classes yesterday and when I came home I had to drink sleeping pills just to make myself fall asleep.
Then this morning...
I wake up...
Open my eyes... see a green blur (probably caused by morning glory and the shade of the blinds)
Breathe in just about enough air to make me feel something...
There it is again...
That same old familiar feeling...
Heavy.
Painful.
Panicky... I stopped breathing... Let it sow down inside me.
I though to myself... I can control this... I already did before
And I did.
Then I cut most of my classes today, except philosophy because there was a quiz....
And on my way back home...
Though my chest isn't hurting anymore...
I still feel a pinch of pain weighing me down to the core.
There wasn't even a single triggering moment for this... It just happened.
At least I'm feeling something. I just don't get it.
Hmmm... Probably my period.
Then this morning...
I wake up...
Open my eyes... see a green blur (probably caused by morning glory and the shade of the blinds)
Breathe in just about enough air to make me feel something...
There it is again...
That same old familiar feeling...
Heavy.
Painful.
Panicky... I stopped breathing... Let it sow down inside me.
I though to myself... I can control this... I already did before
And I did.
Then I cut most of my classes today, except philosophy because there was a quiz....
And on my way back home...
Though my chest isn't hurting anymore...
I still feel a pinch of pain weighing me down to the core.
There wasn't even a single triggering moment for this... It just happened.
At least I'm feeling something. I just don't get it.
Hmmm... Probably my period.