Been having a mega panic attack for a solid three days.
Sweet.
Fought with my dad about going to the hospital Saturday night.
Huge part of the stress? Work. Specifically, non stop working.
Another part?
I gave my heart to someone too quickly.
And he's already stomped all over it.
Fucker.
I never trusted anyone with this heart. Now I'm trying to give it away to anyone I see.
I have to protect myself like I used to. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like I was dying every second of every day.
I'm being dramatic. I don't give a fuck.
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