Thursday, October 1, 2009

Panic attack

Lying in bed.
Tight chest.
Bed shaking like a cheap, coin operated motel matress.
Gritting my teeth hard.

Brain zaps.

But I can't figure out what it is exactly.

Other than the fact that I haven't talked to my best friend in a few days.

Disagreements happen when friends wanna be more than friends. Been down that road before. Didn't work. I just don't wanna mess things up. Idk what I want. My head is full of feelings that don't make sense.