Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Occasionally I have these mini panic attacks. Like, I can literally see tiny panic men jabbing and cutting into every inch of my body. And I'll start gulping bouts of air, and they'll travel down my gut like giant gum balls. I'll start wincing and crying and I'll feel like a helpless forked porcupine. I am scared. It's a vicious world out here. The unexpected will grab you by the balls.
tried to hunch; 3:07 AM