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Earlier today I was home alone, when I had an asthma attack. It wasn't bad at first, but then I was running around (making it worse) and I couldn't find my inhaler. I started to panic, which didn't help the situation any. So I sat on my bedroom floor, crying and gasping for breath, convinced that I was going to die there. Alone. I was overreacting, clearly, but I didn't know what the fuck to do. I found my inhaler under my bed (ha) and, realizing I wasn't going to die this time, suddenly realized that this could happen in a few years, and I have no guarantee that there will be anyone to be with me. How long would it take people to notice that I'm not around? shit, the last thing I wanted to write was another, "I'm so alone! Waaah!! No one likes me!" But, oh, look!
I hate myself just for typing this entry. I am such a self-centered, overdramatic, pretentious bitch. This will be deleted later, I just want you all to know what a snobbish princess I really am. Fuck.
Hi. I got sexx boots for Winter Solstice. From my mother, who thinks she's Pagan. Somehow that makes everything better...? I'm okay now. Bahhh. Happy Solstice.