Under Pressure

I'm having a panic attack.

A bit odd that I should be writing it down here. It's nothing major like fall-on-the-floor-twitching-all-seizure-like, but it's there. It's sitting in my chest, gripping my lungs. Like a slow poison it creeps around in my throat until it comes up and numbs my lips. I'm breathing heavily as if I'm in the mountains. The pressure is continues, never easing up, never stopping. There's no rythme like a pulse, just the constant squeeze.

It could be a number of things. I hate to admit some of them, so I won't. It could be that all of my midterms are tomorrow. It could be that my future is completely unknown to me and that scares me a lot. It could also be that I'm worried about my fragile friendship being screwed up for good if I do something foolish. It could be roommate troubles, it could be my writer's block, it could be money problems. It could be a lot of things. It could be everything. All I know is that this tension is overwhelming and I can't concentrate on anything.

So, here I am. My last resort. I write here for a bit and get it out of my system. Only, it's not really working. Maybe I should just take deep breaths and lie down or something. That might work. God, I want tomorrow to be over. Just over.

uh...

...Cheers...