I got a tad emo while driving home from work yesterday. Everything that had happened of late came on swirling making me dizzy as hell. I had to pull up by the roadside and rolled down the window, gasping for fresh air. I nearly puked.
Oh dear.
Did I just had panic attack?
Crazy.
My hormones were misbehaving so very badly. I had to spend the next fourty-five minutes trying to get rid of the drowsiness. Apparently, there’s this tiny little troubled thoughts that bugs the crap out of me.
Now that explains the attack.
But lets not go down the core.
Right now, I need some hope, faith, belief…anything that I could rely myself on. Each morning I wake up telling myself to do at least one good thing for people and to always count my blessings. Each day after work, I force my brain to come up with ideas to get away from the loneliness that haunts. Life has been like a quicksand sinking me down fast.
Things are speeding off at the moment, too. So swift that it shudders me whenever I think of it. I had been feeling everything; from extremely happy, ridiculously excited, disgustingly sappy to horribly upset that my feeling has significantly gone down to sense almost nothing at this point. Wait, I think I’ve used the same term a few months back.
But you see, fact and fiction always work as a team, fooling you around. Fact is only something you would like to believe but its almost always fiction in the end, sometimes.
Or maybe, it’s the other way around? I know less about this.
Think, I could do with a little bit of selfishness and deviation for the time being.
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