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i dont know what the fuck happened to me when i left english comp. today.
but i walked out of the NAC and sat on a bench. then it hit me...i was going to die right there.... maybe it wan an anxiety attack or something. maybe subconciously the art history paper and the trip to georgia tomorrrow morning and the job interview at the Met today and buying shoes for it and picking up rachaels stuff from her house today all just clouded my brain at once and made me feel that way.
im still collecting myself.
but i decided i should get up and start walking to my room...then i just got a wave of quezyness and felt like passing out and crying.FOR NO REASON WTF.
so i called the one person who i figured would be able to bring me down to normalcy, eric.
i couldnt talk for long because i couldnt breath or think so i hug up and just plopped down on the sidewalk.
and i sat there...i figured the reason people were staring at me was because my hair was greasy and i was wearing a really tattered t-shirt and my cords were dirty from getting up and sitting down in random spots along my walk and also i was...sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. i must have looked homeless or something.
but fuck...neeeever have i felt so horrible fuckfuck.
it was pretty breeezy but i was doused in sweat and ugh yeah so i started to walk back to my room finally and when i got back i ripped off all my clothes and layed in bed...then in the shower i jsust sat there trying not to vomit. yuck.
but i feel much better now...i think im a little dehydrated and i need some food. once i get all of those ill be good as new and on my way to the met to try and get that fucking job. pleasepleasepleaseplease.
such a busy day. i really didnt need this. fucking glitches.
but i walked out of the NAC and sat on a bench. then it hit me...i was going to die right there.... maybe it wan an anxiety attack or something. maybe subconciously the art history paper and the trip to georgia tomorrrow morning and the job interview at the Met today and buying shoes for it and picking up rachaels stuff from her house today all just clouded my brain at once and made me feel that way.
im still collecting myself.
but i decided i should get up and start walking to my room...then i just got a wave of quezyness and felt like passing out and crying.FOR NO REASON WTF.
so i called the one person who i figured would be able to bring me down to normalcy, eric.
i couldnt talk for long because i couldnt breath or think so i hug up and just plopped down on the sidewalk.
and i sat there...i figured the reason people were staring at me was because my hair was greasy and i was wearing a really tattered t-shirt and my cords were dirty from getting up and sitting down in random spots along my walk and also i was...sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. i must have looked homeless or something.
but fuck...neeeever have i felt so horrible fuckfuck.
it was pretty breeezy but i was doused in sweat and ugh yeah so i started to walk back to my room finally and when i got back i ripped off all my clothes and layed in bed...then in the shower i jsust sat there trying not to vomit. yuck.
but i feel much better now...i think im a little dehydrated and i need some food. once i get all of those ill be good as new and on my way to the met to try and get that fucking job. pleasepleasepleaseplease.
such a busy day. i really didnt need this. fucking glitches.