It feels like there is a frigging rock sitting on my chest and it’s slowly killing me. It started today in second period. It felt like the room around me was too small and my chest was tight. Not in a way that is usually associated with nervousness. I couldn’t breathe. I had to take deep breaths and gulp for air. Nothing had bothered me so far in the day enough to make my chest hurt, but after…B lunch was over in fourth period, then I was frustrated, upset and ready to set off a bomb under a certain someone’s chair. I don’t know. Maybe I take too many things seriously. It just seems like everyone I know is leaving me for someone else and that really hurts. The only one who doesn’t do that is Rampage, and I feel bad because I do that to her sometimes, but honestly I don’t usually notice it.
People just irritate me, on a whole. I don’t know. I might get that attribute from my father, who knows? But, I am going to stop trying to pour my heart out and go sit on my porch in the beautiful weather outside and attempt to read The Stand by Stephen King because my mother keeps bugging me.