i also had a panic attack
partially cuz i had already been freaking out all day and was really tense and anxious and not in the best mood (way too much coffee, pms, whatever)
because i had already reached the very tip earlier that day, i felt one coming on, i sucked it in, breathed, ignored it, waited for the feeling to pass. the rest of the day was like a dream, an acid trip. a weak one, but one the same. i felt like i was on stimms but it was only coffee. i felt like i was on drugs, i felt myself detaching from reality
and then i thought someone had stolen my journal, which is very important to me
i was shattered because my trust was broken, i was hurt
i didn’t see how the people on this trip, who i really like and thought were my friends, would do that, what could i have possibly done to get that sort of reaction, how could they hate me when i just wanted to be friends, when i desperately wanted everyone to like me?
then i found it. in my bag.
way to jump to conclusions, huh?
I’m fucking stupid.