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I think what happened to me last night was an anxiety attack. I knew it after awhile, that that what was going on was above and beyond any usual post-Sam sadness I feel, because I always feel the ache somewhere. No. This was sudden, and overwhelming, and I didn't know which end was up. My chest was heaving, my heartbeat was incredibly rapid, my ( Read more... )

Though I itch for it badly, there is no stretch of ocean or mile that will keep me from feeling. I'm a wreck, so severely beaten down that I cannot tell you why I haven't been placed in a straitjacket yet. I need to convince you, whoever you are, that I'm a walking anamoly. I shouldn't be walking around, according to the science that concerns these ( Read more... )

Wait with me til it clears. I'll find my own worry rock, and clench only at it for luck. I know how to do that now.

It strikes me every so often that I would have no problem at all at this point in engaging in a one night stand, or even a few night stand, provided the guy wasn't A. Gross, B. Diseased, or C. Interested in anything beyond it ( Read more... )

I may as well. I may as well record the spectacle that occured in the park last night ( Read more... )

I am feeling all around me the aching of not being involved in my writing anymore. Today when I couldn't locate the building my Textiles class was taking a tour in, I wandered up to the 12th floor to go write in the Fiction Writing computer lab. I never spend time on this floor anymore. It's a big bother to get to my Advanced class every week when ( Read more... )

This is not at all a good day ( Read more... )

No more.

If you aren't already in awe of the fucking Lord, here's this for you ( Read more... )