My chest feels really tight.
I'm pretty sure it's an asthma attack, I haven't been panicking over anything. I don't think that it's anxiety either.
Maybe it is, they all start out the same.
I can't just leave the call I'm in to go deal with it so I'll just sit here until it passes.
If it doesn't pass then I don't know.
I have myself muted anyway so it should be fine.
I can't turn my camera on anymore.
I can't look at myself.
I hate it.
The longer I stared the wider my face got. I look like some swollen mess.
I just can't.
I can't stand the sound of my own voice.
It was getting better, ya know.
They got me to show up on camera, I even turned lights on.
But I just can't look at myself anymore.
It's so fucking stupid.
God I'm so fucking stupid.
I can't do this shit. . .
I need to breathe
My entire body is vibrating like a mother fucker.
I can't do it.
I need to breathe
I can't breathe
2:05 am
I'm alrightish now.
Mostly anyway
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Thoughts (Part 2!)
RandomSo honestly I didn't want to have to do this yet but Wattpad has officially given me no other choice. So here is the second part of my ever growing thoughts book. The first two/three chapters will still have Pietro as the name but I hope to eventu...
